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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen Key
Queen Key
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Composer
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Composer
Sean Mula
Sean Mula
Composer
Ke'Asha McClure
Ke'Asha McClure
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Mula
Sean Mula
Producer
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer

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Queen (Ayy, 'cause I'm allergic) B-B-Bankroll Got It! Queen shit bitch I never fucked a lame 'cause I'm allergic I like to flirt with pretty ass niggas, make 'em nervous I don't fuck with niggas who be lurking, it ain't worth it Honestly I can't dance but on the mouth I be twerking And I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I just took her man then I took him to the store Yeah, I'mma drive he gonna spend his money though Her baby daddy cash me out but then he say he broke Yeah, it's kinda sad but hoe, you know how this shit go You know how this shit go and bitch you know your nigga went Bad bitches linking up and hoe this is how we vent Tay and Key and rapping bitches wanna be our friends Then he eat my pussy, um it depends I'on tell a bitch where I'm at, who I'm with Tell these bitches who I'm fucking, they gon' wanna suck his dick Got some magic pussy like that witch but I'm that bitch If that nigga lame and he rich, get finessed then dismissed I never fucked a lame 'cause I'm allergic I like to flirt with pretty ass niggas, make 'em nervous I don't fuck with niggas who be lurking, it ain't worth it Honestly I can't dance but on the mouth I be twerking And I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose (Money!) Bitches think they fly, but really they some fans I need me a sign that say "Tay Money" when I land If I'm chillin' with your man, that really ain't your man Let me break it down for you so you can understand Crown and coke in the club, make it a double They don't like when I pull up with Key 'cause we bring trouble Talking all that shit but shorty need another bundle Aha, I'm on your ass bitch, keep bugging Tay Money hot as shit like you just touched the oven Yeah, he say he need a baby that be thuggin' And I won't argue with no dude that I ain't fuckin' And if I give it to you baby, don't start bugging I never fucked a lame 'cause I'm allergic I like to flirt with pretty ass niggas, make 'em nervous I don't fuck with niggas who be lurking, it ain't worth it Honestly I can't dance but on the mouth I be twerking And I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose I might take your man but it ain't on purpose Hello, yeah I'm with Key and she with me, ayy Bad bitch link up Tay Muthafuckin Money Ay, ay, ay, ay Okay, okay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer(s): Taylor Watson, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Ke'sha Mcclure Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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