[Verse 1]
Today I'm not the queen, a sista, role model, or friend
Today I'm that bitch that'll shoot you a fair one, this don't exclude men
Wanna test me? Come test your weak songs and weak shows
Reincarnated I'll be a pimp and slap the shit out of these weak hoes
With these freak shows, make em' leak holes
I ain't talkin' about shootin' free throws, coming on stage with no clothes
Shit who the fuck said I can't beat those break?
Took so long for your album to drop, I thought you died I missed the wake
[Verse 2]
I don't spit subliminals no doubt
This way you don't walk around wondering who the fuck I'm talkin' bout'
I'm not trippin', I heard you rippin'
But I'm into breakin' bitches, sending them back to their first career; Stripping
Lap dancing for five cents, doing VIPs to make rent
Look up and I'm platinum wondering where the fuck time went
This is for those hoes who oppose my queendom and wanna bring some plate
I ain't got shit else to do so
[Verse 3]
And them niggas too this don't exclude you, I won't duck
Yeah the only thing worse then a bitch nigga is these pretty motherfuckers
Dressing the part with no heart gettin' hot niggas to rap wit' em'
So the fuck what? A lot of wack niggas went platinum
While you on tour your girls get manicured
Better leave security, I might knock on your door and get yours
Don't put it past me, ask Apache how many I left in stitches
Now let me get back to these bitches
Today I'm not the queen, a sista, role model, or friend
Today I'm that bitch that'll shoot you a fair one, this don't exclude men
Wanna test me? Come test your weak songs and weak shows
Reincarnated I'll be a pimp and slap the shit out of these weak hoes
With these freak shows, make em' leak holes
I ain't talkin' about shootin' free throws, coming on stage with no clothes
Shit who the fuck said I can't beat those break?
Took so long for your album to drop, I thought you died I missed the wake
[Verse 2]
I don't spit subliminals no doubt
This way you don't walk around wondering who the fuck I'm talkin' bout'
I'm not trippin', I heard you rippin'
But I'm into breakin' bitches, sending them back to their first career; Stripping
Lap dancing for five cents, doing VIPs to make rent
Look up and I'm platinum wondering where the fuck time went
This is for those hoes who oppose my queendom and wanna bring some plate
I ain't got shit else to do so
[Verse 3]
And them niggas too this don't exclude you, I won't duck
Yeah the only thing worse then a bitch nigga is these pretty motherfuckers
Dressing the part with no heart gettin' hot niggas to rap wit' em'
So the fuck what? A lot of wack niggas went platinum
While you on tour your girls get manicured
Better leave security, I might knock on your door and get yours
Don't put it past me, ask Apache how many I left in stitches
Now let me get back to these bitches
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