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Haley Bonar
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The Queen of Everything
Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want
'Cause we want everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Designer, my clothes and my drugs
I pull up in skinnies at clubs
Your bitch on my dick, she come to the crib
She passed around, no love
My niggas, they skating and dealing
She saying the money appealing
Ain't worry about what the fuck a nigga gonna say
All the real niggas say they gonna feel it
Said I got crosses all on my denim
Bands stuffed up in them
My bank card and my face card
Hope the same way I'm chilling
Smoking weed when I'm rolling weed
And I'm drinking, too
Not one gram of my new dutch, hoe, I need to
Just a bunch of young niggas getting paid
She gonna smoke but she never get saved
Jump a song but they never get played
Blunt full of kush, my class got bait
Drop the tab, I'm straight
These other niggas too late
Said my niggas got now, this other niggas got away
Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
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A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want
'Cause we want everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Run up in the crib like runner
Baby saw the drugs and the money
Baby saw the ones and the hundreds
Smile when we do it like it's funny
Black dog nigga, he didn't even see it coming
Caught him in the back, no, nigga, no running
From the East Side, my nigga, it's nothing
'hit him with the hot then it's all over
Going through the fridge and I run through the matches
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, tell me where you stashing
Lad named Bronson, all about action, 38 golden, let a nigga flash it
I sell grams, nigga still attacking'camera on the set but it's still no acting
Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, nigga
Now it's Alexander Wang and your bitch on my wang
I fucked her in the rim, she almost broke my chain
Murakami on the plain, what the fuck you think?
We don't a little, we want everything
Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want
'Cause we want everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
Everything, nigga, everything
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