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Queenkey - Episode 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
My pops raised me to be a Gangster Disciple (Queen)
She just an evil bitch (Duh, bitch)
I don't give a fuck if I, if I am or I ain't the daddy (Mm, cry me a river, bitch)
We could've been still fuckin' (No, the fuck 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 bitch and that dick broke (Broke)
Egg-head ass so happy he cracked, that's why his ass got yolked (Bitch)
Dick couldn't make me cum, he was knocked out, I'm in this bitch woke
Ho can't never say my pussy dry or weak, bitch, I lеft that bitch soaked
Dumb bitch, I'm shittin' on you
And I never suckеd your dick, but you already know when I see you, I'm spittin' on you
Talkin' 'bout obsessed, i'm beatin' your ass, bitch, that's the only way I'm hittin' on you
Grown-ass goofy should thank me, I be stoppin' these niggas from gettin' on you
Talkin' 'bout you fucked, bitch, wouldn't sit on your face, nigga, let alone sit on you

[Interlude]
Bitch steady goin' to Facebook talkin' shit, 'bitch, 'cause you know I don't got a Facebook with your lame dirty ass, bitch
You couldn't fuck shit, bitch
God knows, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You the only nigga in America that can't fuck they baby mama, bitch
[Verse 2]
Ho, you a loser
You really mad a bitch get niggas, bitch, I been a chooser
You really mad I ran that fuckin' bag up like a mover
Your mama think you paid, that shit so sad, why you confuse her? (Huh?)
I could've got her out the hood, you ain't wanna improve her
Nigga think he onto somethin', bitch, fuck you thought, you future? (Bitch, I'm Future)
Fuck you, bitch, let another nigga raise your kids, it's gon' go smoother
Bitch-ass nigga know what time it is, give a fuck about no rumors
Weak-ass nigga, he really a user
Nigga, 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 shit, let alone a listen
I wash my hands with pussy niggas, but you soft, so I'ma rinse 'em

[Interlude]
The fuck? You soft-ass nigga
Motherfuckers mad about that exposin' shit, let's be for real, bitch
Get a grip
Nigga talkin' 'bout he gon' sue me
How you gon' sue me and you a deadbeat, bitch?
The judge gon' throw a rock at your ass

[Verse 3]
Listen, sport
You really dropped the ball, bitch, now it's fuck goin' to court (Bitch)
When I tried, you didn't try, bitch, your ass tried to ignore it (Bitch)
Who the fuck you think you is, bitch? I'm the man and you the whore (Bitch)
If you wanna get involved, bitch, holler at me, keep it short (Ho)
Only God can judge me, all you hoes gon' get ignored (Only God can judge me, bitch)
Please get over yourself, bitch, fuckin' with you ain't no reward (I don't get shit from that)
Bitch, it's actually the worst, that's why a bitch dispersed (Bitch)
That's why a bitch don't give a fuck about you 'cause you worthless
I was a young bitch just doin' young shit
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 hell (Bitch)
If that nigga drown, that's the only way I'll wish him well
I'ma bail out, nigga need a handout
Need a white man to hold his hand, be a man, he a sellout
Bitch, get the hell out
[Outro]
Bitch (Period), period, Queen shit, bitch
Y'all better hope I don't have another motherfuckin' episode
That's what y'all better not hope, goddamn (Period, bitch)
I mean y'all better hope, hahahaha
Hell nah, maybe I might be the bipolar ol' ho, ain't no tellin'
Ayy, Queen shit, bitch
Ayy, period, what? Rip that bitch, what?
Shred that bitch to pieces, what?
Yeah (Hell nah), bitch