Murs & Fashawn - Reina De Barrio (Ghetto Queen) lyrics

[Verse 1:] Picked up the homie from the airport She ain't seen me ever since I cut my hair short Set her briefcase in the back Gave me a kiss then threw her hand on my lap Then off the bat we out to meet her connect She said his name is art from Sinaloa, respect I'm out on east los trying to make this drop They pet me down asking questions thinking I'm a cop They finally stopped, let her cop, then we out First I gotta show her what King Taco is about I walk in, the homie say 'Que paso, Murs?' Sweet tooth, so she order the dessert first She had a Flan de canela He laughed at her when she asked how (?) us Light meal, cause she know she about to go to work After we eat, hit the suite, then she go berserk Ripped off my shirt, unzipped my pants I pushed her down on her knees with both hands Born in Dior, but she reside in Bedstuy She s**ed me dry then she hopped on a red eye [Hook: Adrian] You're my soul You got the best of me My ghetto queen, no lie You stormed my heart in a flash Even (?) you stay on my mind She said the beat goes on [Verse 2: Fashawn] Okay, I'm gon' try and make this long story short Don't know where to begin Last time I saw her I ain't have no hair on my chin Met her through the sister of my man big Chris Like some sh** from out the flicks, but wouldn't want a cut ever since I turned 15 Fast forward now got the b**h running schemes My dinero clean Cause she thought the youngin how to launder that Used to (?), BG to the laundry mat Drug game, murder game, was about all of that Learned it all from her father who was a Harlem cat Her momma, she was a Harvard grad Bad lady sent her daughter to swallow that ave I can't deny, I was in love And my mind like, mami's the one But she replied, I was too young Slipped me a pie, oh how I blew up But her other guys wouldn't give her up Finally recognized The size of a n***as nutsh Told her I'd die before I give her up Before I know it she in some cuffs Ain't had enough time to let her flush [Hook]