Lyrics Dixie Queen - Stik Figa, Miles Bonny

Dixie Queen

Know a bad chick don’t cook or clean
Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine
Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen
Do bad by herself, girl do ya thing
Know a bad chick don’t cook or clean
Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine
Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen
Do bad by herself, do ya thing
She was yellow with freckles, light like a banana
Seen her at the gas station drinking pineapple Fanta
With an accent like East Atlanta
Poetry in motion, watching each stanza
Asked what her Instagram was, going on a tree limb
Off of the Seagrams, hopping in the DM
Aye, can we be friends?
Do this every weekend
Keep you in mind, treasure all your secrets
Girl, your nigga weak, cuffing like the precinct
Yea he a weenie, why we gotta pretend?
Take off the leopard print, I put on the sheepskin
The kids not mine, one hundred and ten percent
Twenty-eighteen, we don’t slut shame
Ain’t trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang
Twenty-eighteen, we don’t slut shame
Ain’t trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang
'Cause I know a bad chick don’t cook or clean
Little food for thought, good cuisine
Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen
Do bad by herself, baby do ya thing
Know a bad chick don’t cook or clean
Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine
Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen
Doin' bad by herself, girl do ya thing
Boy, you better be careful, playing with the pink toe
«Why you with her?
She playing with your ego»
Come between you and everyone you think close
Have kids with her, your baby’ll probably think slow
Ever seen you with her late night, holding hands
Maybe you just pimping her, out for a dance
Hanging on the corner just trying to advance
Bet she in your pocket whenever she get the chance
Saying she Colombian (nigga she white)
Never been comfortable with down south rides
Mama said, you get caught with her get fifteen to life
But she always comes through when the bills too high
And she always came through, you was in a bind
Even talking about marrying her, suit and tie
Sisters say she take the good ones, they honestly right
'Cause over them white bitches niggas willing to die
'Cause I know a bad chick don’t cook or clean
Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine
Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen
Do bad by herself, girl do ya thing
Yeah, I know a bad chick, she don’t cook or clean
Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine
Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen
Doin' bad by herself, girl do ya thing
Do ya thing
Do ya thing
Do ya thing
Do ya thing