I'm up on the 11th floor
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Watchin' the cruisers below
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He's down on the street tryin' hard
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To pull sister flow
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My heart's in the basement
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My weekend's at an all time low
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Cause she's hopin' to score
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And I can't see her lettin' him go
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Walk out of her heart
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Walk out of her mind
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Walk out of her heart
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Walk out of her mind
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So swishy in her satin and tat
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In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
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Oh God, I can do better than that
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She's a street-walking cheatah
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Of sweet-talking, night-talking games
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Well, she's been known in the darkest clubs
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For lifting her head over the dames
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If she says she can do it, she can do it
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She don't make false claims
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She's a queen, such are queens
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Since you fuck her she sucks their brains
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Now she's leading him on
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She'll lay him on down
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She's leading him on
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She'll lay him right down
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She's leading him on
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It could've been me (3x)
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall
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This floor's so cold it don't feel like no bed at all
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Yeah, I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall
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He's down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall
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Leavin' in a cab, 'cause my stomach feels small
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There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all
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It should've been me (3x)
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Why didn't I stay
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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Queen Bitch
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Green River |