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letra de suburban rap queen - k.flay

hey, yo!

[verse 1]
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
you know i make you party real hard like 50 cent, up in the club
though i don’t smoke dope, never been one to toke
gotta stay up above high, i’m the pope john paul
wear a hat that’s much too tall for me
patty-cake patty-cake, give a dog a bone, for all y’all people to see
ethnicity’s caucasian, white chick rap amazin’
them trails i’m blazin’, but i’m not from portland, i was born and raised in
in the big il, hey now, what you think i feel? what you think i’m all about?
suburbanite, h-lla tight, dynamite, ka-plow (plow)
wet your pants when i walk on by, sh-t a brick ’cause i’m so fly
your defecation’s making a statement concerning the greatness that i
bring to the table, you may be [?] but i’m able to make an impression
keep guessin’, suggestin’ that i will learn my lesson
never to mess with what’s not mine, but i must reply that it’s my time to shine
spotlight on me finally, don’t lose sight of me
didn’t come to f-ck, didn’t come to play
all thunderstruck when you see my face
but don’t be shocked when i hit the top
’cause i can’t stop, won’t stop, never stop, so raw

[chorus]
welcome to a day in the life of me
relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
i am from wilmette, il, i’m gonna raise h-ll
so shake that cinnabon ’til it’s about to melt
[verse 2]
no regrets, what i’m up against, on a white picket fence on a [?] street
[?] my beats, where i complete the feat of exceeding your expectations
temptations to dismiss me, ‘stead you’ll kiss my b-ttocks
plus get cut up, no seat belt in the back of the pickup truck
it’s a bumpy ride, this junk in the trunk can’t stay inside
my pants any longer, yeah, i must dance, nothin’ wrong with that
soccer mom’s mini-vans on driveways, in fake tans
beamers, mercedes benz, country club, they chillin’ in the shallow end
not how i roll, i’m a low-key gal with a real cute smile
old western style, you and me duelin’, high noon
i’m a sinner but i got a winner’s attitude
where the boys try to grab at you, expecting gratitude
so cliché, platitude, i’m phat with a p h, wack with a c k
back-breaking news, say what you say
but i really don’t mind
’cause i really do find
that i really don’t have the time, your grandma-ma’s sneaker, kick you in the peeper
can you dig it? i’m shaft
you m-f-s feel my wrath
arithmetic, you plus me equals trouble, go do the math

[chorus]
welcome to a day in the life of me
relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
i am from wilmette, il, i’m gonna raise h-ll
so shake that cinnabon ’til it’s about to melt
[bridge]
i’m loosey-goosey, you’re a f-cking ugly duckling
it’s a tragedy that shakespeare can’t be present
witnessin’ my ruckus, one, two, three, watch a pendulum swing
as i hypnotize you with my voice, you won’t recall a thing
so hit me with your best shot (best shot)
i’ll get my stomp on quick, you little tiny tot
watch me (watch me) as i enter the zone
say h-llo to all my friends when i bring it home

[chorus]
welcome to a day in the life of me
relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
i am from wilmette, il, i’m gonna raise h-ll
so shake that cinnabon ’til it’s about to melt

welcome to a day in the life of me
relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
i am from wilmette, il, i’m gonna raise h-ll
so shake that cinnabon ’til it’s about to melt

[outro]
when i say k, you say flay
when i say neutered, you say spayed
when i say drop, hit the floor
when i get blessed, you beg for more
working like a criminal, do your time
i’ll stay h-lla tight all day and i’m not even tryin’
ooh

- k flay

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