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Queen of the Click
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Click!
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Hahhh (c'mon) street team (yeah)
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Relax, make moves like what (like what, like what)
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Brooklyn, Uptown (yeah)
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Beak it down one time, to y'all
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(Queen of the Click)
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Lookie here, look at me, hah
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Me and my boys we, poised to do big things this year
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Make a lot of noise in dis here
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We comes through with the multiple of ends
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Then flows through with the multiple of Benzes
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Cartier lenses, me and my mens's
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bout to take over with a vengeance
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Watch your spot cause we hot to trot
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See we plottin for the top spot and that's what we got
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Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow (yeah)
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Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what?
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Y'all ain't know? Untold damage, shit
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I got the flow that you can't romantage
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Make you whole vanish like Copperfield
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Drop, to the bottom then I rise, to the top of the field
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Drop your shield, y'all gon' be OK
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And I'll be much sleeker in the C.O.K., cause
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I am (The Queen Pen of the Click
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The littlest G with the, hottest shit
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Here's one thing y'all should never forget
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that she flows like no other chick)
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Rock chicks I'm dyin from boredom, please
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I can't wait for y'all to fall like autumn leaves
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So I can shine like six-four sittin on deez, huh
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The less be y'all, the more for me
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I put it down like bad kids, stop the madness, shit
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I roast y'all bitches with ad libs
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The garbage shit stops, when the hottest shit drops
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And y'all can't front on how the shit knocks
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Even haters, gotta love the STA-TUS, or the STAT-US
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Y'all wanna hit, get at us
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Hey you, wanna debut number one like we do?
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You gots to roll with my crew
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We got the cars with the rims got the rings and the ice
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Put it all together let it all gleam nice
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Gotta pay a mean price you go against my click
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And here's one thing y'all should never forget, that
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Chorus
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I run circles around you, verb'll straight serve you
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Day to night we keep it tight like a girdle
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Nine to five y'all should make it your job to
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keep Queen Pen close to your ears like a bob
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We make this, world revolve with this music of ours
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From S-950's to music guitars
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You know the program, let no man, interrupt your flow
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And if that's your man, you better let him know
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I'm like, Damien Oman, six-six-six
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The way I be flowin is sick-sick-sick
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Ice rope glowin, focus on the wrist, it takes
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more than that to get close to dis
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Straight hits on me with my nigga T.R. and
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gimme I be in, straight shinin
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It's all in the timin and how the shit clicks
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And here's one thing y'all should never forget, that
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Chorus
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Yeah this is dedicated, to Crown Heights, Brooklyn
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To all my street team, that finally made it
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You saw we made it, here I am, I'm out
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Queen of the Click
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