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letra de queen of the south - katie noel

[chorus: uphurch & katie noel]
my p-ssenger seat empty, you can see because my windows down
you can’t ride with me because my bench seat for them big dogs now
rollin’ fresh fresh fresh fresher than
a newly set up georgia produce stand
she’s a woman i’m a f-ckin’ man
i’m the f-ckin’ woman, don’t need a man

[verse 1: upchurch]
oh lord somebody pull the cord
the games gettin’ floored by a girl in a ford (ha ha)
beach blonde hair and she 5’4″
cosigned by me, blow smoke on them girl
ayy hold up, diesel gang, diesel gang
fry me uptruck rice add a couple chicken wings
my truck in the truck show when the truck show name
and you’re p-ssy boy facebook page
that’s beside the point, you need to get some ointment
i’m slayin’ piggies when they won’t stop oinkin’
i pick up the pace, forklift or somethin’
no back brace when i build sh-t homie
even if i get hurt on the job site
i still show up spine c-cked to the slight right
no gun or knife, with chopped off hands
mean muggin’ motherf-ckers really-really tryna fight
yeah i know i ain’t right also not left
that’s a motherf-ckin’ fact go check my credit
i been on the news in the us daily and i probably got a f-ck you face on reddit
ain’t one song that i ever regretted
tattoos on the town like ink in my freckles
i’m so dixie f-ckin’ whistles miss me
so bad-ss pistols wanna whip me (motherf-cker)

[verse 2: katie noel]
first things first, i was raised in the 828
upchurch and myself makin’ country rap great
blood it runs deeper than roots in the pine b-tch
i’m the electrician there’s volts on my line
turn to a wave now there’s run in my joint
surfin’ these crowds b-tch i’m haulin’ ya joint
buzz light in my years, i’m beyond to beyond
my career is an ocean yours fell in the pond
and i won’t respond to you f-ckboys
you can catch these hands, upchuck boy
you a turkey, i’m ruffle you up boy
and if you think the sh-t was so tough boy
then come to my crib, oh i’ll give you a bib
i’ll run you for your money, then go buy a limo
you bend like the limbo, i shine like a disco
my style so slick they callin’ me crisco
skino, five percent tint on my window
block me from the world ’cause i feel like a widow
stay to myself ’cause i’m stuck in my mind
workin’ for myself, b-tch i’ll never be signed
and i’ve spoke to the spirits on ghost ranch
they said this genre, it is so bland
got country-country with a beer and dip
you shadow b-tches ain’t sh-t

[outro: katie noel]
diesel gang (gang, gang, gang)
stone baby stone,(gang gang gang) stone baby stone (noel)
(stone baby stone) church, church, church, church
stone baby stone

- katie noel

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