| Let me finish them
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| Underground queen in the zone, it’s me
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| Let me finish them
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| I’m the underground queen, in the zone, it’s me
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| Fellas up ground, tryna steal my free
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| Saying arm up, but they’re built like trees
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| When they see me, arm up, spreading out like fleas
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| Run run like a nigga seen a cop, vroom vroom
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| Always do the same, but be in the slum slum
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| Onto something new, but I will never tell them
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| But when I tell them will be when i sell them
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| Never with a fella that can not afford them
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| Need SL, margiela told them
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| Money tight like assholes, I don’t condemn
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| Better step the game up when I roll with TM
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| 18, got them all in a bunch
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| I eat him for lunch, no love, I gotta get to the punch
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| They been waiting out for the brunch
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| And they wanna munch, but I never let them dig for the scrunch
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| If a fake wanna be, gotta give a fake fees
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| Tryna live on me, but I think I don’t see
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| Never sat with me when I sitting hungry
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| But they’re like «Oh remember? |
| Haha! |
| Funny!»
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| Let me finish them
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| Underground queen in the zone, it’s me
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| Let me finish them
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| They can’t remember their reason for sense
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| Coz stalking my page more important than rent
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| Shit will be funny 'til they on the end of the street sinking quick so they can
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| get a pen
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| Let me finish them, fellas with the silly hem
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| They’re not really men, sissy when they’re rea-lis-ing
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| Never seen real tight, 'til im in the den
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| And they’re so tight, I bet they’re getting men
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| Bets on them bets, when I’m in, I pay free
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| Hiding the residuals, coz they will pay me
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| I know what you relish, bet you wanna buy me
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| Three drinks, but I’m armed, only in for sight-sees
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| I might give it to them, but I’m never chillin with them
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| They’re out here holding hands, but I’m billing villains
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| Always been loyal, but I’m steady fishing
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| Big dreams, ain’t no fellas in the steady vision
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| Big dreams, ain’t no fellas in here steady listen
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| Go for mini-skirts, but the brain don’t listen
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| And when it’s time to raise hands for who is killing bitches
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| I’m gonna be alone, coz everybody’s missin
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| Let me finish them |