Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart Of Queens, artist - Eve. Date of issue: 24.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heart Of Queens |
| Sky ain’t the limit so I go higher |
| Walk through the fire |
| Home of the star studded |
| Harlem renaissance, I be in the heart of Queens |
| Chains rocky cocky like I’m Apollo Creed |
| How you want it — street dreams, high fashion tags |
| P Sex is pink cookies in a plastic bag |
| Navy polo, navy yankee, navitimer |
| Butter pecan, butter leather, my baby flyer |
| Skate in that Range Rovey actin' like I signed Kobe |
| I wanna give love a bad name like Bon Jovi |
| How I’m stylin, you love it, but I’m just finessin' |
| Chin chilla minks draggin' like they weddin' dresses |
| Far rock to Queensbridge, Jill know I’m down |
| Xplicit know I’m up, that’s why she holds me down |
| So put your hands in the sky if you wit me, yeah |
| Let me fix my crown |
| I’m in the place where it all goes down |
| If you didn’t know then I bet you know now |
| I said I’m from Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Where the sky ain’t the limit, so I go higher |
| Been through the pain and I walk through the fire |
| 'Cause that’s the heart of a queen |
| I’m from the city where sun ain’t the one in the sky |
| I’m from the borough where your thun is your partner in crime |
| say it wit pride |
| It’s Queens on my mind, it’s Queens in my heart |
| The borough raised me, been a queen from the start |
| It’s P Sex, yes I’m a beast, just |
| Gimmie mine quick 'cause these bitches gotta eat, yes |
| 109th to South Rd shorty leave your sheets wet |
| Coulda went to Harvard so you still gon gimmie respect |
| A product of bad bitches, our motto is nasty |
| Fashion is flashy, classy but sassy |
| Money train is express, and it’s all P Sex |
| I’m reppin that Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| So put your hands in the sky if you wit me, yeah |
| Let me fix my crown |
| I’m in the place where it all goes down |
| If you didn’t know then I bet you know now |
| I said I’m from Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Where the sky ain’t the limit, so I go higher |
| Been through the pain and I walk through the fire |
| 'Cause that’s the heart of a queen |
| Can’t nobody thrill ya like Jill, uh |
| What’s the sermon for today, keep it real, uh |
| Me and my girls, uh |
| Diamonds and pearls, uh |
| Don’t pull my hair unless you payin' for the curls, uh |
| You can catch me in the borough on the slopes wit no skis on |
| Bad bitches only and our sis who we lean o |
| Ass kinda phat, it’s harder to put my jeans on |
| Daddy on my back but my team strong |
| No one understands me the way my girls do |
| Rather party hard than to be in your church pew |
| From Parsons to Linden |
| Kick in doors wit nasty bitches |
| We vicious, told the world now ya listenin' |
| So put your hands in the sky if you wit me, yeah |
| Let me fix my crown |
| I’m in the place where it all goes down |
| If you didn’t know then I bet you know now |
| I said I’m from Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Where the sky ain’t the limit, so I go higher |
| Been through the pain and I walk through the fire |
| 'Cause that’s the heart of a queen |
| A yo, I’m top model, please clear the runway |
| Dress so fly, you can call me Easter Sunday |
| Used to have no phone, ran the streets wild |
| Now I’m on G4s, pilot on speed dial |
| From ramen to pasta topped wit the lobster |
| Champagne shopper, windows can’t stop her |
| Bad as LL in my YSL, you can’t tell |
| If run rock rhymes I rock Cocoa Chanel |
| I made it outta hell, I’m Cinderella for real |
| Now hold my umbrella, it’s rainin' a 100 mil |
| From BK to QB, Lay-a-way to Gucci |
| Nasty as Nas and you guys in my groupies |
| Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| So put your hands in the sky if you wit me, yeah |
| Let me fix my crown |
| I’m in the place where it all goes down |
| If you didn’t know then I bet you know now |
| I said I’m from Q.U.double E.N.S. |
| Where the sky ain’t the limit, so I go higher |
| Been through the pain and I walk through the fire |
| 'Cause that’s the heart of a queen |
| Yea yeah, yea yeah, yea yeah, yea yeah |
| Yea yeah, yea yeah, yea yeah |
| Heart of a queen |
| Heart of a queen |