Lyrics Black Queen - Young Dolph, Moma Gabbana

Black Queen

Then we was at rehearsal
I’m like, «we ain’t gon' be in here all night»
Y’all motherfuckers better learn this shit
And go home by the timeit hit 8 o’clock I’m out
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed a million, forgot all about it and let that shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin' Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin' shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin' though 'cause it made me a star
Pull up at the club out a bar, yeah
And I don’t even drink, I drink raw
Hah, aye came here with a check on these bitches
You know I’ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks 'round my neck on these bitches
Blue racks, I’m obsessed with these bitches
VS’s, they bitin', they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin' dolo with my .30 with me
And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from school like, «remember me?»
Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?
I buy what I want and what I need
Why you spend all that money on jewellery?
Even though you was a crack fiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah
You gon' always be my trap queen, mama, damn
I mean, always be my black queen, mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids
You had me shootin' dice when I was six
Then I start smokin' before I was 10
You and my daddy, y’all made a trap baby
I be cuttin' all of these niggas out lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the stripppers go crazy
No money involved, then I don’t got the patience
Unlike LeBron, can’t shit stop me
I was by myself, they was eight deep when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin' in a Rolls-Royce smokin' a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
Hah, yeah
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed a million, forgot all about it and let that shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin' Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin' shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin' though 'cause it made me a star