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Queen Lyrics - Artist : Sainte
Never run race for the girl, man, I run for the queen
Now they wanna speak on Sainte, what I do for the scene I mean I, I in my name but I rep my team Talk on my name, get clean up, bait, man, speak up I was out with my Gs, way down south for the re-up Nobody seen us, I done paid LV yeah This ain't no crisis, swervin' the Benz with no license She say my lovin' is priceless Rough but the pressure make diamonds Fly her to Cyprus Labels outside tryna buy us My touch on the riddim is Midas, yeah But now she wanna get her freak on We don't talk bout rivals So many tings that man can't speak on Man, I passed man's idols Billie Jean bop, man, I slide on the speaker Neighbourhood star, I'ma light up the block Too many man wanna be like us YS for the minister, shine for my squad LC boy, I'm a star in the four So I'll ride for my block Brudda, pass me the rock I'ma shine for my side I'm a Crip, I don't bleed Let me show you my sign When I rise for my side Minimum talk on the roads on my own I'ma blast for my guys I cannot speak on the things that I hear, that I see All the screams on the road, it's that normal code For my bros I don't know what I'd do on my own But I know I'd bend, never fold [?] |
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