Queen's Disease

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 You lead the army while I pull up to the party with a party bag For the whole cul de sac, where the homies at? (where they at?) You try to reach her, but her friend, she been a preacher She a preacher, man She don't need a man, you don't 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, yeah, 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 (let me get that watch) Should need that two-tone Rollie with baguettes, nothin' less (Ah) You can't show your queen no disrespect, oh no You leave his army and you pull up to my party with the party pack With the whole cul de sac, where the real ones at? (where they at?) Men try, get at you, but they freezin' like a statue We just stare at them, but the vaccine in your cup Nah, you don't need no friends Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed Got exactly what you wan, 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 disease (Like, basically, city girl summer is on and poppin', like, wassup?)