Robb Bank$ - Queen of the Damned lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Queen of the Damned lyrics]
Never gave a fuck
About you, you, you, or YOU
Ay but forreal though
Call all my exes and tell em'
I'm about to be famous!
That's Savage Life till I die, bruh
Ain't nothing trill about the South, bruh
Real shit, no trill wave
Fuck with me, stop fucking with me
Lil, Bitch! Hann!
These niggas talk it but don't live it
Pressure in my ciga-rette
And she hand roll em, my face on em
That's royalty in a platinum coffin
Her lingerie Versache, hit a DMT and I'm gone
Enough to be with Naruto roll a hidden
Leaf with his 9 tail fox
And my bitch Foxy Brown
Trap yams every few weeks so me
And her can make quota
And I reward her Use my tongue to
Trace every bump around her areola
Double cup, True Blood in that cough syrup
Her robbatussin you know me
Show her my homies, picture vacations like
"There's me and my baby in purgatory"
Fuck with me
I crushed a bean and rolled it with the green
That's a beanstalk
So don't get yo ass Jacked
For what's in yo jeans
I'm way in Crown Heights at KOD
With the Queen of the Damned
Pints in my lemonade
Tell yo lil brother I got work for his ass
What the fuck these niggas know?
I rep that 9-5-4
Licking envelopes of that thrax lick her
Pussy when she on her back
And I'm a killer nigga push me
House keeping hand me my room key
And I'm fresh off of them loosies and
You ain't fucking with my black?
You don't know her like I know her
That's my ho she take my hand
Give her roses, she give me head and bite my
Neck now I'm in a trance
I'm blooded with my main bitch
The Queen of the Damned
Scrait like dat, we lay together and
Make the princess of the trap, boi!
And I promise I won't let these
Niggas hype you out baby
And I take that charm off of that pussy
Take his bracelet and his ring
Wipe that lame pockets clean
And give it all back to my Queen
I got 3 hoes up on the strip that's
Down to Make a nigga a Band
You got a choppa in yo car?
I got a Dy lan man
Then Euro white hoes with the accents
Love that 6 piece with the white-gold accent
Create the perfect storm in
Them thunder thighs now that's trouble
So I made it rain on her
To substitute for a cuddle
Cause I ain't that nigga about to
Lay down this Starter jacket
So yo ass won't fuck up
Yo red bottoms in a puddle (Sleep, Sleep)
That's a blunt and a fitted
Fuck a joint and a snapback
Never sold a point 7
And I never touched a 5 sack
Straight Es and Oz while I'm
Bumping fucking Trap Back
Boy I'm serving straight vowels that A
I and a trap back
I remember Dooney spraying cuz
With the flat back
I Had them grandpa's folded in
A paper in my napsack
Mix with my acne pills and
I'm feeling like Fabio
Run up in yo bitch place with
My dick up in her halito-sis
About you, you, you, or YOU
Ay but forreal though
Call all my exes and tell em'
I'm about to be famous!
That's Savage Life till I die, bruh
Ain't nothing trill about the South, bruh
Real shit, no trill wave
Fuck with me, stop fucking with me
Lil, Bitch! Hann!
These niggas talk it but don't live it
Pressure in my ciga-rette
And she hand roll em, my face on em
That's royalty in a platinum coffin
Her lingerie Versache, hit a DMT and I'm gone
Enough to be with Naruto roll a hidden
Leaf with his 9 tail fox
And my bitch Foxy Brown
Trap yams every few weeks so me
And her can make quota
And I reward her Use my tongue to
Trace every bump around her areola
Double cup, True Blood in that cough syrup
Her robbatussin you know me
Show her my homies, picture vacations like
"There's me and my baby in purgatory"
Fuck with me
I crushed a bean and rolled it with the green
That's a beanstalk
So don't get yo ass Jacked
For what's in yo jeans
I'm way in Crown Heights at KOD
With the Queen of the Damned
Pints in my lemonade
Tell yo lil brother I got work for his ass
What the fuck these niggas know?
I rep that 9-5-4
Licking envelopes of that thrax lick her
Pussy when she on her back
And I'm a killer nigga push me
House keeping hand me my room key
And I'm fresh off of them loosies and
You ain't fucking with my black?
You don't know her like I know her
That's my ho she take my hand
Give her roses, she give me head and bite my
Neck now I'm in a trance
I'm blooded with my main bitch
The Queen of the Damned
Scrait like dat, we lay together and
Make the princess of the trap, boi!
And I promise I won't let these
Niggas hype you out baby
And I take that charm off of that pussy
Take his bracelet and his ring
Wipe that lame pockets clean
And give it all back to my Queen
I got 3 hoes up on the strip that's
Down to Make a nigga a Band
You got a choppa in yo car?
I got a Dy lan man
Then Euro white hoes with the accents
Love that 6 piece with the white-gold accent
Create the perfect storm in
Them thunder thighs now that's trouble
So I made it rain on her
To substitute for a cuddle
Cause I ain't that nigga about to
Lay down this Starter jacket
So yo ass won't fuck up
Yo red bottoms in a puddle (Sleep, Sleep)
That's a blunt and a fitted
Fuck a joint and a snapback
Never sold a point 7
And I never touched a 5 sack
Straight Es and Oz while I'm
Bumping fucking Trap Back
Boy I'm serving straight vowels that A
I and a trap back
I remember Dooney spraying cuz
With the flat back
I Had them grandpa's folded in
A paper in my napsack
Mix with my acne pills and
I'm feeling like Fabio
Run up in yo bitch place with
My dick up in her halito-sis