Yeah, Yeah, I ain't rockin' with you neither for bitch,
I'm a grimy a** rich nigga,
Catch me bummed out with the Rolls Royce,
I might drive through a puddle and splash you, you trashous whore,
I give a ho what she askin' for,
It be the Don P, but not the bottle,
I keep broads by the brothel loads,
shape and mould them like waffles,
Pull 'em by the palm, get up in their ears like 'uhm',
Make a dyke wanna turn,
make a slut act other than herself, like she don't f***,
like she don't be getting stabbed up,
I tear that a** up,
Then they wanna know if there's more where I came from,
So I bring 'em to my dunns and spread love.
We turn bitches out,
Take turns in that bitches mouth,
Carve niggas up,
Show Niggas what's it's all about,
It's us, the best of Queens.
[apologies to the AG sisters - it's Friday, I couldn't help getting all warm and fuzzy]
