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letra de crowns - likwuid

blocking my shade
son, quit blocking my shade

[verse 1]
me love you long time, sip me saki
he said he’d beat it up, knock it down like rocky
pluck the bird [?], get a rooster c-cky
but he might be a stallion so check the jockey
snooze, we buy our own booze with model chicks who powder their nose in restrooms
the type of nightlife you can’t instagram
‘cause we don’t leave proof or the evidence
lampin’, uptown vampin’
any jigga song, that’ll do as the anthem
‘cause in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
here to have a good time, ain’t worried ‘bout y’all
while your man’s tryna run game like a player, we be up in your city, running things like the mayor

[hook]
son, quit blocking my shade
son, quit blocking my shade

my name is peaches, and i’m the best
all the djs try to feel my br–sts
(-beatboxing-)

she might have bit me
she’ll never leave me long as i love her
i know she’ll never let me go
[verse 2]
get up, ya can’t get, get down
[?] got sonned in his town
these dudes be the most hypocritical
a bunch of followers acting like individuals
the man [?] is on his boss sh-t
but a woman with a mouth? we call her a b-tch? why?
closed mouths don’t get fed
but a [?] mistaken the same for closed legs
want a mermaid instead the fish in the sea
‘cause mama told me when you lay with dogs, you wake up with fleas
and ain’t n0body plundering up in my purse without permission unless you’re digging for a way to the he-rs-
plus your attitude ain’t worth my bag and my shoes
if he ain’t got no receipts then he ain’t a real dude
we the queens

[hook]
son, quit blocking my shade
son, quit blocking my shade

my name is peaches, and i’m the best
all the djs try to feel my br–sts
(-beatboxing-)

she might have bit me
she’ll never leave me long as i love her
i know she’ll never let me go
[verse 3]
we regal, amazon, sun tzu, warrior
mind over matter, sk!ll over armor
death before designer
kamikaze for dishonor
double conscious [?] as the conscious daughters
hip-hop, you not a father, more of a court-ordered child supporter
raised us as martyrs, prefer gold chains over golden era
snapback’s the new era
wish we’d snap back to times better
if there were more kings, probably be more corettas
ask russ about sylvia [?]
we respect the kings, but where the queen’s throne?
so all the king’s hors-m-n and all the king’s men couldn’t put hip-hop together again
we need the queens

[hook]
son, quit blocking my shade
son, quit blocking my shade

my name is peaches, and i’m the best
all the djs try to feel my br–sts
(-beatboxing-)

she might have bit me
she’ll never leave me long as i love her
i know she’ll never let me go

- likwuid

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