Robb Bank$ - Queen of the Damned lyrics

Never gave a f**.. About you, you, you, or YOU Ay but forreal though, call all my exes and tell em' I'm about to be famous! That's Savage Life till I die, bruh, Ain't nothing trill about the South, bruh Real sh**, no trill wave f** with me, stop f**ing with me Lil, b**h! Hann! [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] These n***as talk it but don't live it, pressure in my ciga-rette And she hand roll em, my face on em, that's royalty in a platinum coffin Her lingerie Versache, hit a DMT and I'm gone Enough to be with Naruto roll a hidden leaf with his 9 tail fox And my b**h Foxy Brown Trap yams every few weeks so me and her can make quota And I reward her Use my tongue to trace every bump around her areola Double cup, True Blood in that cough syrup, her robbatussin you know me Show her my homies, picture vacations like, "There's me and my baby in purgatory." f** with me, I crushed a bean and rolled it with the green That's a beanstalk, so don't get yo a** Jacked for what's in yo jeans I'm way in Crown Heights at KOD with the Queen of the Damned Pints in my lemonade, tell yo lil brother I got work for his a** What the f** these n***as know?? I rep that 9-5-4, licking envelopes of that thrax lick her p**y when she on her back And I'm a k**er n***a push me, house keeping hand me my room key And I'm fresh off of them loosies and you ain't f**ing with my black ?? You don't know her like I know her that's my ho she take my hand Give her roses, she give me head and bite my neck now I'm in a trance I'm blooded with my main b**h, The Queen of the Damned Scrait like dat,we lay together and make the princess of the trap, boi! And I promise I won't let these n***as hype you out baby(x2) And I take that charm off of that p**y Take his bracelet and his ring Wipe that lame pockets clean, and give it all back to my Queen I got 3 hoes up on the strip that's down to Make a n***a a Band You got a choppa in yo car? I got a Dy-lan man.. Then Euro white hoes with the accents, love that 6 piece with the white-gold accent Create the perfect storm in them thunder thighs Now that's trouble, so I made it rain on her to substitute for a cuddle Cause I ain't that n***a about to lay down this Starter jacket So yo a** won't f** up, yo red bottoms in a puddle (Sleep, Sleep!) [Verse: 2 Robb Bank$) That's a blunt and a fitted, f** a joint and a snapback Never sold a point 7, and I never touched a 5 sack Straight Es and Oz while I'm bumping f**ing Trap Back Boy I'm serving straight vowels that A I and a trap back I remember Dooney spraying cuz with the flat back I Had them grandpa's folded in a paper in my napsack Mix with my acne pills and I'm feeling like Fabio Run up in yo b**h place with my dick up in her halito-sis