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