Letra

That's my baby, that's my queen, queen, queen (mmm) She get everything, thing, thing (yeah) I like her 'cause she not all up on the scene She got that hotline blinging like ring, ring, ring You been workin', workin', you deserve it (yeah) I know it sound cliché But baby girl, to me everything 'bout you perfect (it is) She ratchet, but she boujee too We off the heem, yadadamean, blowin' juicy fruit (ooh ooh) When I'm with you, you got me having wild thoughts Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, wee-ooh, somebody called the cops 'Cause you got my love on lock Cupid shootin' like pop, pop, pop, pop (pop, pop, pop) She like to shake that, shake that boom shaka laka laka (yeah) If he don't treat you right, tell him to get a blues clue Give him that peace sign, toodaloo (toodles), ooh We got that real, got that true, true, true Nobody else for me but you That's my Cleopatra (ooh) After you, none of them other bitches even matter Major queen alert, major key alert (woop) I wan't you all over me, for sure, for sure That's my Cleopatra After you, none of them other bitches even matter Major queen alert (huh), major key alert (huh) That's the apple of my eye, no lie, ooh, that's bae for sure That's my baby, that's my queen, queen, queen (mmm) She get everything, thing, thing (yeah) I like her 'cause she not all up on the scene She got that hotline blinging like ring, ring, ring You been workin', workin', you deserve it (yeah) I know it sound cliché But baby girl, to me everything 'bout you perfect (it is) She ratchet, but she boujee too We off the heem, yadadamean, blowin' juicy fruit (ooh ooh) I could see us on a island, wylin' (yee) I know it's real 'cause it ain't weird when we silent I know if no one else do, sh gon' keep it solid (woo ooh) I know it mine, I make it splash when I frolic You know all of your flaws are what make you flawless (uh huh) When you focused on the bag, it's fuck all the gossip (huh) Are you for real or are you fraudulent? (fraudulent) That's my main, I don't need no sides I don't need no condiments (mmm, mmm, mmm) That's my Cleopatra (ooh) After you, none of them other bitches even matter Major queen alert, major key alert (woop) I wan't you all over me, for sure, for sure That's my Cleopatra After you, none of them other bitches even matter Major queen alert (huh), major key alert (huh) That's the apple of my eye, no lie, ooh, that's bae for sure That's my baby, that's my queen, queen, queen (mmm) She get everything, thing, thing (yeah) I like her 'cause she not all up on the scene She got that hotline blinging like ring, ring, ring You been workin', workin', you deserve it (yeah) I know it sound cliché But baby girl, to me everything 'bout you perfect (it is) She ratchet, but she boujee too We off the heem, yadadamean, blowin' juicy fruit (ooh ooh) That's my right hand (right), that's my ace boon (boon) That's my ride or die (that's my ride), ooh nana na (ooh) Oh my oh me (oh my), so why don't we (so why) Make it official like a referee whistle (uh huh) These bitches superficial, most they bodies artificial Like that booty with some jiggle, yeah (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ooh, she that bitch and I'm that guy (true) Besides the money, you the only thing that's on my mind (ayy) That's my baby, that's my queen, queen, queen (mmm) She get everything, thing, thing (ooh, all of that) I like her 'cause she not all up on the scene (uh huh) She got that hotline blinging like ring, ring, ring You been workin', workin', you deserve it (yeah) I know it sound cliché But baby girl, to me everything 'bout you perfect (it is) She ratchet, but she boujee too We off the heem, yadadamean, blowin' juicy fruit (ooh ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah She ratchet but she boujee too, that's my baby, that's my boo Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ohhh, she is very gorgeous to me)
Writer(s): Maynard James Keenan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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