Lyrics

Ayy, you already know what the fuck goin' on, man It's queen of the Bay Area, Sat' Town finest Ayy, bow down when you see the queen, man, kiss the ring (yeah) Hey, Saweetie, talk to these motherfuckers (uh-huh) Let me tell you 'bout this chick I'm from the West Coast Light skin, baby hairs I heard I do the most I swear I'm so saditty I can't be approached If that bitch hella basic, then that bitch gotta go Huh, what's that in my cup? That's that potion Rubbin' hundreds on my skin like it's lotion Sitting courtside with my loc and Presidential Rollie on me like I'm votin' Smellin' like a rich bitch, I'm too potent I don't do the nosebleeds, I want floor seats (uh-huh) I'm only fuckin' with a nigga that can coach me (yeah) I wasn't raised by IG but the OGs (OGs) If you miss the old me, then you ain't know me, bitch The Baccarat too trendy so I'm off it (bitch, I'm off it) I hit the club and get some ones and then I toss it (I'ma toss it) See, every problem for my family, I done solved it (I done solved it) The pretty girls gon' hear this shit and start a mosh pit Boss shit, know you need a boss chick (boss chick) Real niggas gon' pay what it cost quick (make it quick) Long nails, only get the tall tips (tall tips) That ain't MAC, girl, that's icy on my lips (mwah) Boss shit, know you need a boss chick (boss chick) Real niggas gon' pay what it cost quick (make it quick) Long nails, only get the tall tips (bling-bling) That ain't MAC, girl, that's icy on my lips I ain't goin' nowhere, just embrace me, bitch Always lurkin' on my page, you don't hate me, sis (that's right) I ain't botherin' nobody, I just breathe and shit Deep down in your heart you wanna be like this No, hoe, we don't give a fuck about those like I'm D'Lo Pretty Filipino from the Bay like I'm P-Lo, we know Your pockets ain't bigger than your ego I need a rich nigga like De Niro in Casino Boss shit, know you need a boss chick (boss chick) Real niggas gon' pay what it cost quick (make it quick) Long nails, only get the tall tips (tall tips) That ain't MAC, girl, that's icy on my lips (ayy) Boss shit, know you need a boss chick (boss chick) Real niggas gon' pay what it cost quick (spend it) Long nails, only get the tall tips (bling-bling) That ain't MAC, girl, that's icy on my lips, ayy 510, stay down, ten white toes (ten white toes) Pretty hoes pull up to my show (to my show) 916, always poppin' shit (poppin' shit) Gettin' thick, pretty bitch get rich
Writer(s): Diamonte Harper, Randall Avery Hammers, Aaron Booe, Leon Mcquay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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