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