Murs, Fashawn, adrian - Reina De Barrio (Ghetto Queen) lyrics
[Murs, Fashawn, adrian - Reina De Barrio Ghetto Queen lyrics]
Picked up the homie from the airport
She ain't seen me ever since
I cut my hair short
Set her briefcase in the back
Gave me a kiss then threw her hand on my lap
Then off the bat we out to meet her connect
She said his name is art from Sinaloa
Respect
I'm out on east los trying to make this drop
They pet me down asking questions
Thinking I'm a cop
They finally stopped, let her cop
Then we out first I gotta show her what
King Taco is about
I walk in, the homie say 'Que paso, Murs?'
Sweet tooth, so she order the dessert first
She had a Flan de canela
He laughed at her when she asked how us
Light meal
Cause she know she about to go to work
After we eat, hit the suite
Then she go berserk
Ripped off my shirt, unzipped my pants
I pushed her down on her
Knees with both hands
Born in Dior, but she reside in Bedstuy
She sucked me dry then she
Hopped on a red eye
You're my soul you got the best of me
My ghetto queen, no lie
You stormed my heart in a flash
Even you stay on my mind
She said the beat goes on
Okay, I'm gon' try and make
This long story short
Don't know where to begin
Last time I saw her I ain't
Have no hair on my chin
Met her through the sister of
My man big Chris
Like some shit from out the flicks
But wouldn't want a cut ever since
I turned 15 fast forward now got the
Bitch running schemes my dinero clean
Cause she thought the youngin
How to launder that
Used to, BG to the laundry mat
Drug game, murder game, was about all of that
Learned it all from her father
Who was a Harlem cat
Her momma, she was a Harvard grad
Bad lady sent her daughter
To swallow that ave
I can't deny, I was in love
And my mind like, mami's the one
But she replied, I was too young
Slipped me a pie, oh how I blew up
But her other guys wouldn't give her up
Finally recognized
The size of a niggas nutsh
Told her I'd die before I give her up
Before I know it she in some cuffs
Ain't had enough time to let her flush
She ain't seen me ever since
I cut my hair short
Set her briefcase in the back
Gave me a kiss then threw her hand on my lap
Then off the bat we out to meet her connect
She said his name is art from Sinaloa
Respect
I'm out on east los trying to make this drop
They pet me down asking questions
Thinking I'm a cop
They finally stopped, let her cop
Then we out first I gotta show her what
King Taco is about
I walk in, the homie say 'Que paso, Murs?'
Sweet tooth, so she order the dessert first
She had a Flan de canela
He laughed at her when she asked how us
Light meal
Cause she know she about to go to work
After we eat, hit the suite
Then she go berserk
Ripped off my shirt, unzipped my pants
I pushed her down on her
Knees with both hands
Born in Dior, but she reside in Bedstuy
She sucked me dry then she
Hopped on a red eye
You're my soul you got the best of me
My ghetto queen, no lie
You stormed my heart in a flash
Even you stay on my mind
She said the beat goes on
Okay, I'm gon' try and make
This long story short
Don't know where to begin
Last time I saw her I ain't
Have no hair on my chin
Met her through the sister of
My man big Chris
Like some shit from out the flicks
But wouldn't want a cut ever since
I turned 15 fast forward now got the
Bitch running schemes my dinero clean
Cause she thought the youngin
How to launder that
Used to, BG to the laundry mat
Drug game, murder game, was about all of that
Learned it all from her father
Who was a Harlem cat
Her momma, she was a Harvard grad
Bad lady sent her daughter
To swallow that ave
I can't deny, I was in love
And my mind like, mami's the one
But she replied, I was too young
Slipped me a pie, oh how I blew up
But her other guys wouldn't give her up
Finally recognized
The size of a niggas nutsh
Told her I'd die before I give her up
Before I know it she in some cuffs
Ain't had enough time to let her flush