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letra de the queen of rap (ftcu) - ladea lamar

i’m the queen of rap
i do records from the jet
i show up with the sh-t
now i tell them how to rap
i f-ck the club up
men, i f-ck the club up
i f-ck the club up
swear, i f-ck the club up
pull up with the macks
ladea showed up here to bless
i heard you broke n-ggas
wanting nothing but the bash
i f-ck that gang up
man i’ll f-ck that gang up
i f-ck the club up
swear i’ll f-ck the club up
wanna be me haha i’m like gaddafi won’t play games with no element
battle with your sickness, see y’all still capping oh my life is k!lling em
none of those i’m a boss, 80 straight to his neck what a gag all that game, no evidence
ain’t no copy and paste, i’m here painting , my flow go hard indexing genteman
who’s filling my thank
papa-parazzi doing their thing, y’all arrogant
were that envy goes
talk once again then get that head shopped with the elegance
yes i’m out here the beast i boss
i just got y’all both lost, ride the elephant
and i eat i won’t feast, moroccan barbie got more than a k!ller-men
i’m the queen of rap
i do records from the jet
i show up with the sh-t
now i tell them how to rap
i f-ck the club up
men, i f-ck the club up
i f-ck the club up
swear, i f-ck the club up
pull up with the macks
ladea showed up here to bless
i heard you broke n-ggas
wanting nothing but the bash
i f-ck that gang up
man i’ll f-ck that gang up
i f-ck the club up
swear i’ll f-ck the club up

if you broke coz i broke you
go go go down down no one hold
see now how im glad
had to smoke you
in toronto
we did black-out you
for real y’all hoes men
men my n-ggas bossing
you so far, don’t make sense
i just gave you no chance
i write my destiny
boy you too g-y
got more b-lls than what you’ve seen i’m glad you crazy aah
i solve problems
without green
hear my n-ggas shoot y’all dreams
i got y’all sorry
for real y’all been boring
now be quiet ain’t lonely
got me loading naomi
what if i end you homies
mommy gonna cry for your loss ni
shooters under rain, on the verse
you finna get crushed b-tch
iam a ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
going 20 on them then i’m zen, zen, zen, zen
now who is the queen?
who is the king?
bet y’all n-ggas can’t even spell my name!

- ladea lamar

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