[Verse 1]
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Picked up the homie from the airport
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She ain't seen me ever since I cut my hair short
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Set her briefcase in the back
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Gave me a kiss then threw her hand on my lap
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Then off the bat we out to meet her connect
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She said his name is Arth from Sinaloa, respect
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I'm out on East Lows trying to make this drop
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They pet me down asking questions thinking I'm a cop
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They finally stopped, let her cop, then we out
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First I gotta show her what King Taco is about
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I walk in, the homie say 'Que paso, Murs?'
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Sweet tooth, so she order the dessert first
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She had a flambe camela
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He laughed at her when she asked how I be swell us
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Light meal, cause she know she about to go to work
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After we eat, hit the sweet, then she go berserk
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Ripped off my shirt, unzipped my pants
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I pushed her down on her knees with both hands
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Born in Dior, but she reside in Bedstuy
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She sucked me dry then she hopped on a red eye
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[Hook: Adrian]
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You're my soul
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You got the best of me
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My ghetto queen, no lie
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You stole my heart in a flash
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Even out in day you stay on my mind
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She said the beat goes on
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Beat goes on
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On and on, could never make her break those grates that made her strong
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[Verse 2: Fashawn]
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Okay, I'm gon' try and make this long story short
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Don't know where to begin
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Last time I saw her I ain't have no hair on my chin
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Met her through the sister of my man big Chris
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Like some shit from out the flicks, but wouldn't want a cut ever since
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I turned 15
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Fast forward now got the bitch running schemes
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Marinero clean
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Cause she thought the youngin how to launder that
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Used to send her, BG to the laundry mat
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Drug game, murder game, was about all of that
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Learned it all from her father who was a Harlem cat
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Her momma, she was a Harvard grad
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Bad lady sent her daughter to swallow that ave
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I can't deny, I was in love
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And my mind like, mami's the one
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But she replied, I was too young
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Slipped me a pie, oh how I blew up
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But her other guys wouldn't give her up
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Finally recognized
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The size of a niggas nuts
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Told her I'd die before I give her up
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Before I know it she in some cuffs
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Ain't had enough time to let her flush
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[Hook: Adrian x2]
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You're my soul
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You got the best of me
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My ghetto queen, no lie
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You stole my heart in a flash
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Even out in day this street stay on your mind
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She said the beat goes on
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Beat goes on
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On and on, could never make her break those grates that made her strong
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Reina De Barrio (Ghetto Queen)
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| Murs and Fashawn |
