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Rupaul - Queendom Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Queendom par Rupaul
I used to play ball like a girl
Now I slay ballroom floors across the world
Shame to waste talent, and all of this nerve
Unique charismatic, my calling is to serve
Daddy didn't like when I'm feminine cunt
But I got a, got a right to give the people what they want
Turns out they wanna work it, walk and talk and watch me
Pose and turn and flaunt
Look at me now
Media outlets, they booking me now
Dreaming up outfits I put on the gown
I put on the crown
They shooketh, it's scary and bitches be wary
Now it's going down
Feminine fem to the fem, the fem, fеm
I don't give a fuck, I would do it again-gain
Elegant, dressеd to the nines, the ten tens
Get it in, got it, I'ma serve it to them
Bitch, you better drop to the ground, drop to the ground
If you wanna come for the crown, come for the crown
Coughing up the coin for the house, coin for the house
Watch these bitches bow down
Blessed are the cunty
For theirs is the queendom, they got the key
Blessed are the real ones
Don't need a reason, thy will be done
Bless up to my children
What do you dream of, babe, believe ya
Yours is the queendom, we 'bout to be up
Keys to the queendom, we 'bout to be up
(Hold up) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(What?) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(Oh) We got the keys to the queendom
I heard she tryna shade, but really, I don't see her
(Hold up) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(What?) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(Oh) We got the keys to the queendom
I heard she tryna shade, but really, I don't see her
This is the back, this is the front
Look like a snack, feel really cunt
Bitches they know, I wear the crown
I claim the throne, can't nobody tell me sit down
I dream it, I claim it, I speak it out loud
Prestige on my name you know what I'm about
You know we got clout
The taste and the sound kinda fishy
But sweet when my name's in they mouth
So obvious that would make it
Sashay in bitches they can't take it
Real from day one, never had to fake it
'Cause all of this is drag, we were all born naked (Feel it)
Drop-drop to the ground, drop to the ground
Rise up to the crown, up to the crown
C-Coin for the house, coin for the house
Now watch these bitches bow down
Blessed are the cunty
For theirs is the queendom, they got the key
Blessed are the real ones
Don't need a reason, thy will be done
Bless up to my children
What do you dream of, babe, I believe ya
Yours is the queendom, we 'bout to be up
Keys to the queendom, we 'bout to be up
(Hold up) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(What?) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(Oh) We got the keys to the queendom
I heard she tryna shade, but really, I don't see her
(Hold up) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(What?) Who got the keys to the queendom?
(Oh) We got the keys to the queendom
I heard she tryna shade, but really, I don't see her

Fem to the fem to the feminine, what, what, what?
A femmy, a to the feminine, feminine
Buh-buh-butch boy, buh-buh-banji
A femmy, effeminate, feminine what?
A to the ca-ca-fem, ca-ca-what
Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-culture