Young Dolph - Black Queen (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Dolph - Black Queen (en) Lyrics
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Three tone chain, two tone
watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all
about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy
both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ kush
with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up,
I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that
nigga, but this hustlin’
shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but
I ain’t trippin’ though
’cause it made me a star
Pull up at the club, not a bar, yeah
And I don’t even drink,
I drink raw, hah, ayy
Came here with a check
on these bitches
You know I’ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks ’round my neck
on these bitches
Blue racks, I’m obsessed
with these bitches
VVS’s, they bitin’, they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin’ dolo with my .30 with me
And my chocolate bitch,
my Hershey’s Kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from school be
like, “Remember me?”
“Nah, nigga, did I sell
you some weed?”
I buy what I want and what I need
“Why you spend all that
money on jewelry?”
Even though you was a
crack-fiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap
king, mama, hah
You gon’ always be my trap
queen, mama, damn
I mean, “always be my
black queen,” mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look
just like my kids
You had me shootin’ dice
when I was six
Then I start smokin’ before I was 10
You and my daddy, y’all
made a trap baby
I be cuttin’ all of these
niggas out lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the
scrippers go crazy
No money involved, then I
don’t got the patience
I’m like LeBron, can’t shit stop me
I was by myself, they was 8 deep
when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin’ in the Rolls-Royce smokin’
a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning
and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on
standby and my scale
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