Baby, where's your crown? How many karats? No more purple for the drip, ain't you embarrassed? If it ain't copacetic then she might have to dead it Tell you a lie with those blue eyes and say she never said it
Do you belong me when I pull up to the party with a party bag? With a whole car [0:24], where the homies at? Who try to reach you? But a friend, she a preacher man She don't need a man, you will understand
Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed Got exactly what you want, but don't know what you need Backwoods and backshots, you can barely breathe Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah-woah Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease Oh, woah, oh yeah Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Baby, is it cold? All the gold on your neck (On your neck) It's time for me and you, I saw from your Patek Don't need that watch Should need that two-tone Rollie with baguettes, nothin' less (Ah) But you can't show your queen, no disrespect, oh no
You even saw me, yet you pull up to my party with a party bag? [With a whole cul-de-sac 1:32?], where the real ones at? Been tryin' to get at you, but they freezin' like a statue We just stare at them, but the vaccine in your cup Now you don't need no friend
Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed Got exactly what you want but don't know what you need Backwoods and backshots, you can barely breathe Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah-woah Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease Oh, woah, oh yeah Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah, oh woah-woah Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease Oh, woah, oh woah-woah Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's diseaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
