Haley Bonar - Queen of Everything lyrics

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Haley Bonar - Queen of Everything lyrics

Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt But if you looking for problems, my n***a, get what you want I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front A couple nines in the back so n***a, move if you want 'Cause we want everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Designer, my clothes and my d** I pull up in skinnies at clubs Your b**h on my dick, she come to the crib She pa**ed around, no love My n***as, they skating and dealing She saying the money appealing Ain't worry about what the f** a n***a gonna say All the real n***as say they gonna feel it Said I got crosses all on my denim Bands stuffed up in them My bank card and my face card Hope the same way I'm chilling Smoking weed when I'm rolling weed And I'm drinking, too Not one gram of my new dutch, hoe, I need to Just a bunch of young n***as getting paid She gonna smoke but she never get saved Jump a song but they never get played Blunt full of kush, my cla** got bait Drop the tab, I'm straight These other n***as too late Said my n***as got now, this other n***as got away Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt But if you looking for problems, my n***a, get what you want I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front A couple nines in the back so n***a, move if you want 'Cause we want everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Run up in the crib like runner Baby saw the d** and the money Baby saw the ones and the hundreds Smile when we do it like it's funny Black dog n***a, he didn't even see it coming Caught him in the back, no, n***a, no running From the East Side, my n***a, it's nothing 'hit him with the hot then it's all over Going through the fridge and I run through the matches f** the bullsh**, n***a, tell me where you stashing Lad named Bronson, all about action, 38 golden, let a n***a flash it I sell grams, n***a still attacking'camera on the set but it's still no acting Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, n***a Now it's Alexander Wang and your b**h on my wang I f**ed her in the rim, she almost broke my chain Murakami on the plain, what the f** you think? We don't a little, we want everything Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt But if you looking for problems, my n***a, get what you want I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front A couple nines in the back so n***a, move if you want 'Cause we want everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything Everything, n***a, everything