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letra de episode 2 - queen key

[intro]
my pops raised me to be a gangster disciple (queen)
she just an evil b-tch (duh, b-tch)
i don’t give a f-ck if i, if i am or i ain’t the daddy (mm, cry me a river, b-tch)
we could’ve been still f-ckin’ (no, the f-ck we couldn’t)
i asked her to record me you know, to tell the truth (exactly)
on bdn, let’s get that clear (exactly, what you wanna know?)
i asked for that that, i told her to record me
so, you know
it’s nothing

[verse 1]
hurt b-tch and that d-ck broke (broke)
egg-head ass so happy he cracked, that’s why his ass got yolked (b-tch)
d-ck couldn’t make me cum, he was knocked out, i’m in this b-tch woke
ho can’t never say my p-ssy dry or weak, b-tch, i lеft that b-tch soaked
dumb b-tch, i’m sh-ttin’ on you
and i never suckеd your d-ck, but you already know when i see you, i’m spittin’ on you
talkin’ ’bout obsessed, i’m beatin’ your ass, b-tch, that’s the only way i’m hittin’ on you
grown-ass goofy should thank me, i be stoppin’ these n-ggas from gettin’ on you
talkin’ ’bout you f-cked, b-tch, wouldn’t sit on your face, n-gga, let alone sit on you

[interlude]
b-tch steady goin’ to facebook talkin’ sh-t, ‘b-tch, ’cause you know i don’t got a facebook with your lame dirty ass, b-tch
you couldn’t f-ck sh-t, b-tch
god knows, f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
you the only n-gga in america that can’t f-ck they baby mama, b-tch
[verse 2]
ho, you a loser
you really mad a b-tch get n-ggas, b-tch, i been a chooser
you really mad i ran that f-ckin’ bag up like a mover
your mama think you paid, that sh-t so sad, why you confuse her? (huh?)
i could’ve got her out the hood, you ain’t wanna improve her
n-gga think he onto somethin’, b-tch, f-ck you thought, you future? (b-tch, i’m future)
f-ck you, b-tch, let another n-gga raise your kids, it’s gon’ go smoother
b-tch-ass n-gga know what time it is, give a f-ck about no rumors
weak-ass n-gga, he really a user
n-gga, listen
i’m the prize, i’m the star, when i come around, i glisten
your washed-up ass only halfway relevant if ke’asha mentioned
music ain’t even worth a pile of sh-t, let alone a listen
i wash my hands with p-ssy n-ggas, but you soft, so i’ma rinse ’em

[interlude]
the f-ck? you soft-ass n-gga
motherf-ckers mad about that exposin’ sh-t, let’s be for real, b-tch
get a grip
n-gga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ sue me
how you gon’ sue me and you a deadbeat, b-tch?
the judge gon’ throw a rock at your ass

[verse 3]
listen, sport
you really dropped the ball, b-tch, now it’s f-ck goin’ to court (b-tch)
when i tried, you didn’t try, b-tch, your ass tried to ignore it (b-tch)
who the f-ck you think you is, b-tch? i’m the man and you the wh0re (b-tch)
if you wanna get involved, b-tch, holler at me, keep it short (ho)
only god can judge me, all you hoes gon’ get ignored (only god can judge me, b-tch)
please get over yourself, b-tch, f-ckin’ with you ain’t no reward (i don’t get sh-t from that)
b-tch, it’s actually the worst, that’s why a b-tch dispersed (b-tch)
that’s why a b-tch don’t give a f-ck about you ’cause you worthless
i was a young b-tch just doin’ young sh-t
ho, i ain’t know no better, but i’ma show ’em better
ho, i can’t fail and i love my babies, so this ain’t h-ll (b-tch)
if that n-gga drown, that’s the only way i’ll wish him well
i’ma bail out, n-gga need a handout
need a white man to hold his hand, be a man, he a sellout
b-tch, get the h-ll out
[outro]
b-tch (period), period, queen sh-t, b-tch
y’all better hope i don’t have another motherf-ckin’ episode
that’s what y’all better not hope, godd-mn (period, b-tch)
i mean y’all better hope, hahahaha
h-ll nah, maybe i might be the bipolar ol’ ho, ain’t no tellin’
ayy, queen sh-t, b-tch
ayy, period, what? rip that b-tch, what?
shred that b-tch to pieces, what?
yeah (h-ll nah), b-tch

- queen key

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