Lyrics: Marcus Black/Stephen Gibson/Cecil Glenn/Casada Sorrell
Music: Marcus Black/Stephen Gibson/Cecil Glenn/Casada Sorrell
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The Coal Cash Collection
It's the Queen Sleaze
Nine months mother****in' pregnant like what
I'm bool
Sada what up
Bang bang bang
Detroit
Boom lil' nigga wanna try it
I told him "Black lives matter" I'ma riot ooh
Ass fat I had to buy it ain't a nigga alive that's gon' deny it
This nigga makin' me feel erotic
Erotic
Uh he a freak like Giannis
Giannis
To be honest I hope one day we do a play-date with Adonis
I brought my cake get your bakin' out
You don't want that real smoke get your vapin' on
Eggs-whites turkey-bacon on
Ain't in a restaurant now but I'm the bitch they been waitin' on
Gotta pop tags we be stuntin' in them hand me down bags
It's sad Burberry plaid you in that drip I already had
They wanna see you do your dance
Do your thang poke out them pants
If it don't then I got plans
Bang you just got a summertime tan
Scram we just puttin' dollars on your head
nigga if you violatin' the gang gon' end up dead
Lady in the street but a freak on the bed
Trapper on them next to me in the red
Lil' nigga can't keep my p sexy out his hands
****ed her last minute gotta book me in advance
Been a bad girl and I'm tryna get spanked
Pretty lil' body but my face look stank
I be in the trap that cost your whole house
bitches imitate me but don't come close
If you wanna celebrate the best then come toast it
Ain't sayin' nothin' but doin' the up-most
Heard he wanna chew on my edible panties
If he want I tell him "See you tomorrow" he can leave
Let the Off-White sneaks rockin' a tan weave
And when I come I grab Simba it's a stampede
Lil' bitch wan' ride it
Told the bitch don't get out her body
Hmm get right beside me
I'ma get in that thang get to slidin'
This bitch makin' me feel erotic
Huh she gotta get on this rocket
I don't give a **** 'bout her milage
And her grandmom related to the Winans
Ooh that's the shit that I like
You a church girl bitch you like Christ
Hmm you ain't never had pipe
Least not this kind I'ma **** you all night
Off a Perc' hmm off a thirty pack
Yeah leave a bitch with the hurt back
Where the work
Hmm where the work at
My young nigga s wakin' up to serve that
They wanna see me do my dance
In these thousand-dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang whole lotta choppers on your a*s
Scram we just put them dollars on your head
Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds
Little brother big brother Sada got the dreads
DZ DT Sada keep the bands
Lil' bitch can't keep her p sexy out my hands
Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands
I was stackin' blues run up Tookies on they a*s
I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they a*s
I be in they nerves G weed gave me is bustin'
'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed I'm never stressin'
I can see the booty from the bottom that thing come double decker
Let my white boy shoot on that thing he Sam Dekker
Heard you used to chew on that thing Hannibal Lecter
Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
These drugs ain't a joke my nigga I'm just tellin' you
Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you
They wanna see me do my dance
In these thousand-dollar pants
Don't disrespect me and my mans
Bang whole lotta choppers on your a*s