(Intro)
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Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
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Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
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Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
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Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
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Where the real queens? I shout out to Pori Noriego
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I'm so queens, that when I wake up in the mornin'
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And when I piss excellence, it's a Mets logo on the toilet bowl, nigga
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Now that's queens
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(Hook)
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Believe me, believe me
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Wanna retire, but the streets need me
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Believe me, believe me
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Wanna retire, but the streets need me
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(Verse)
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Shout to my New Orleans niggas
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Hobb Town, Holley Grove, killer corner niggas
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Shout out to the voodoo priest
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Kilt chickens, Maseratti, Coupe gettin' leased
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They keep askin' bout the shooting shit
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The only pro'lem, is the askin' niggas who ain't shootin' shit
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Don't feel guilty, it ain't about you
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Your crew ain't the only crew my gun ran thru
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Do bide, no devilish, beverages
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Down with the amorage, we don't do derelict
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Woops, I got the bomb like the terrorist
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And my mind high Mount Everest
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Ex-serera Mike Call was on some bug shit
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They sent in the wrong fouls, he wanted thug shit
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(And this is bout the time I ride super thug)
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(You know? Noriega, shout to Nori)
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(And his manager was like, 'man, this ain't what Michael was')
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('Michael was that superthug', and I was just kinda like)
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(Laughs)
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(So this is clearly not gonna happen)
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(Hook)
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Believe me, believe me
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Wanna retire, but the streets need me
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Believe me, believe me
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Wanna retire, but the streets need me
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(Verse)
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Yeah
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Before 2 Chainz it was me
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Before Meek Mill it was me
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Before Ross & Jeezy
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Holding down this thug shit it was all me
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Hah, I use to eat the pussy from the back
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Until I saw a tissue by the crack
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You know I had an issue bout that
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Now I keep it in the front, same place I bust my gat
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I ran red lights like a drunk driver
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A chick say I did it, man, I call 'er liar
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Believe me, believe me
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OG never lying on the P
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I use to swing the dick, I was lying on the D
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And started sellin' crack, was relying on the C
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Was a pimp for a month, relying on the G
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TNN back together, what? Back together, what?
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Same niggas rock yo car and yo lover up
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Hah, it's time to really hide the children
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Cause the niggas gon' be buckin' by the building
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Good bell gang like Gotti Menzel
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We dropping a draft, we still hot as hell
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A team gon' take us, help 'em excel
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And if not, tell they whole staff go to hell
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(Hook)
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Believe me, believe me
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The muthafuckers gon' need me
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Believe me, believe me
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Wanna retire, but the streets need me
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Believe me, believe me
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Wanna retire, but the streets need me
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Believe Me
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| N.O.R.E. |
