Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suicide Queens, artist - Fredro Starr.
Date of issue: 24.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suicide Queens |
Car service, bottle service, weed service presidential service |
We won’t stop till these serve us with the paper |
So they kicked down the doors with the guns with the lasers |
I’m in the latest whip playing my hits |
These bitch niggas salty, lays potato chips |
But never catch me slipping like a pair of gators |
The weed too loud i can’t hear you haters |
Bad bitch on my side, four fifth for my side |
In the whip with the four dots six on the side |
I’m a Southside to the death, fresh to death |
Quiet as kept, couple G’s in the arm rest |
So Feel the calm breeze blowing on balm trees |
The killer cali where the ghettos got palm trees |
A paradise in the hood, corners on lock |
Niggers banging on the whip with the 40 Glocks |
Yeah, you’ll finally wish flows up, but take it to the streets |
The west coast freeze up, i’ll take it to the east |
Now i’m back on the west side |
180 on the dash a test drive do or die but not from Bed-Stuy |
I’m in the XJ there the express way |
Overnight fedEx and there the next day |
They make it pass xray we all good |
I’m a hollywood nigga but i’m all hood |
If you don’t stand for nothing, you’ll fall for anything |
Respect comes first that goes with anything |
A bring a life from the project straight to the big screen |
But never too big to forget queens |
Supreme team was my teen idols |
Living that life any means of survival |
How you gonna make it to the top if ya scared a heights |
I’m a thug so i’m stereotyped |