Truth Hurts - Queen Of The Ghetto lyrics
[Truth Hurts - Queen Of The Ghetto lyrics]
Where my real niggas hard like me
Speak your mind to the
Fullest degree the truth will set
You free holla back
If you ain't weak to be throwing it down in
These streets the truth shall set you free
This industry is based on the
Ultimate boo and real life
Ain't far behind money can't make
Me lie to you
Big baby bud ain't nothing for the
Ones on extra and as
You know miss Cita ain't got
Nothing but realness in
Me whats up with these mark
Ass bitches talking about their
Album is crazy go cop my joint then only 1
Song is worth listening to and even
That is shit so 3
Years ago whats up with these
Ladies that work with
Celebrity and official capacity come to
Find out they got their knee pads in the
Trunk with ya'll stains
On them oh child please give it
To them like TIT i
Got new white escalades like my
Girl have today a
Brother is a producer in New
York City baby but hes
More comfortable on the bus push
Up bras tight jeans
Weaves get the fk outa here a
Phony bitch I shall never
Be truth is real as they
Come big baby it's the
Fkin' truth and it hurts
You don't wanna fkin' speak my
Name the truth thats me
My niggas call me the queen
Of the ghetto queen
Of the ghetto don't you need to know need to
Recognize somebody should've told you
About the hustle I'm
About the hustle you can't stop her flow
Speak your mind to the
Fullest degree the truth will set
You free holla back
If you ain't weak to be throwing it down in
These streets the truth shall set you free
This industry is based on the
Ultimate boo and real life
Ain't far behind money can't make
Me lie to you
Big baby bud ain't nothing for the
Ones on extra and as
You know miss Cita ain't got
Nothing but realness in
Me whats up with these mark
Ass bitches talking about their
Album is crazy go cop my joint then only 1
Song is worth listening to and even
That is shit so 3
Years ago whats up with these
Ladies that work with
Celebrity and official capacity come to
Find out they got their knee pads in the
Trunk with ya'll stains
On them oh child please give it
To them like TIT i
Got new white escalades like my
Girl have today a
Brother is a producer in New
York City baby but hes
More comfortable on the bus push
Up bras tight jeans
Weaves get the fk outa here a
Phony bitch I shall never
Be truth is real as they
Come big baby it's the
Fkin' truth and it hurts
You don't wanna fkin' speak my
Name the truth thats me
My niggas call me the queen
Of the ghetto queen
Of the ghetto don't you need to know need to
Recognize somebody should've told you
About the hustle I'm
About the hustle you can't stop her flow