Dounia - King of Queens (Intro) lyrics

[Verse 1] Let's it get it straight, I be pure heart I be pure heat too, that's another part Smart b**h got 'em dumb shook, got 'em so weird Bad b**hes, where your leader? She's right here (Queens!) They be shady, on their cornball sh** I be on my love sh**, making high-qualt sh** They ain't f**ing with me 'cause they ain't f**ing with me New music sounding so good they punishing me Said you a petite b**h and you looking smack-able I ain't lie, you don’t wanna see me get irrational Got 'em so mad, it’s quite incredible I get it though, intimidated, I'm impeccable Someone tell me, why I got some London shordey mad? Act like a accent will make your songs less bad Or a cosign gon' make your a** less wack Put respect, you don’t wanna see me really snap Y'all look good, though, on some gay sh** I know you're sleeping, praying I won't make it Let's be real, though, how could I not? The game need a Douns, Doonsday when I drop [Chorus] Back when I lived in Corona Sweats low, lookin' like a lowlife Throw a soiree though I'm still hungover They'll pop up 'cause they know it's Dounia Ain't a fan, then that shordey tasteless That ain't a man that you should be chasing Come up waiting, but I'm impatient So move over, 'cause now it's Dounia's 'Cause now it's Dounia's King of Queens and she coming loca King of Queens, she a real life smoka Move over, 'cause now it's Dounia's [Verse 2] Said I'm a pretty b**h who don't need pretty b**h accolades Have mad ugly days, they will sign the bag away regardless Hop on the Douns train, don't be a Douns target Anyone with taste is my motherf**in' market I'm a starlet, self made, you a plant How you gon' grow with the shade? No, you can't I be showing love so I glow from within Real boss, real boss, real friend Still real to the shordeys ain't deserving I'm observant I seen you curving when I was less popping Now you see your fav's face light up when they talking to me Loving a Douns convo Pretty and I'm mad chill, what a cute combo Boggle, turning out straight supermodels Catch me in Paris backseat with a bottle Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Back when I lived in Corona Sweats low, lookin' like a lowlife Throw a soiree though I'm still hungover They'll pop up 'cause they know it's Dounia Ain't a fan, then that shordey tasteless That ain't a man that you should be chasing Come up waiting, but I'm impatient So move over, 'cause now it's Dounia's 'Cause now it's Dounia's King of Queens and she coming loca King of Queens, she a real life smoka Move over, 'cause now it's Dounia's