Young Dolph – Black Queen Lyrics

[Intro: Moma Gabbana & Young Dolph]
Then we was at rehearsal
I’m like, “we ain’t gon’ be in here all night”
Y’all motherfuckers been learning the street
[?]
[?], I’m out
Heh

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star

[Verse: Young Dolph]
Pull up at the club out a bar, yeah
And I don’t even drink, I drink rock, hah, ayy
Came here with a check on these bitches
You know I’ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks ’round my neck on these bitches
Blue racks, I’m obsessed with these bitches
VS’s, they bitin’, they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin’ dolo with my .30 with me
And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey’s Kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from Scooby like, “remember me?”
“Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?”
I buy what I want and what I need
“Why you spend all that money on jewellery?”
Even though you was a crackfiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah
You gon’ always be my trap queen, mama, damn
I mean, “always be my black queen,” mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids
You had me shootin’ dice when I was six
Then I start smokin’ before I was 10
You and my daddy, y’all made a trap baby
I be cuttin’ all of these niggas out lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the scrippers go crazy
No money involved, then I don’t got the patience
Unlike LeBron, can’t shit stop me
I was by myself, they was 80 when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin’ in the Rolls-Royce smokin’ a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
Hah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star

Lil’ Kim – Nasty One Lyrics

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Verse 1]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
After me there will never be the next one, top shotta
All around the world, they know who the best is
No pharmacies but they see VS’s
Ten karats embedded in the watch and necklace
Paint drippin’ off the Rari like it got asbestos
Kimmy got that mouth that’ll leave ’em breathless
Snatch a niggaa soul like he got a deathwish
The BIG told you that I’m nasty
Pussy have a nigga sweatin’ like a athlete
Make love in the backseat of his Bentley Jeep
I call him [?] ’cause he in this real deep

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Bridge]
When I see you smile I can face the world
You know I can do anything when I see you smile
Baby, when I see you smile I just want my baby
I just want my baby, hey
No other man makes me feel the way you do
I’m the nastiest when I’m with you
I’m a freak but only with my boo
You searched the world and now see that
Now you see you’ll never find a girl like me
Because there’s only one Queen Bee
Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in
I wanna [?] the fight
Then I see you baby and we make love all night

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

Bhad Bhabie – Trust Me lyrics

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Come in close and hug me
Tell that hoe don’t test me
I don’t play ’bout mines, watch this sh*t get messy
Tote that Glock, hide it in my spot
Bitch, stop playing, I’ma leave you hot
Rubber bands wrapped around these knots
Bitch, stop playing, watch me kill the parking lot

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tote that Glock, lil’ homie, get yo guap
You my son, lil’ nigga, I’m yo pops
I’m on top, lil’ bitch, gimme props
Talkin’ charts, lil’ baby, play yo part, lil’ baby
I’m the boy, yeah, baby, I’m the one
I’ma make you trust me, always keep it hundun
Bust down rolex face
I been getting money face
Diamonds do the Diddy dance
These the new Givenchy pants
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
VS while my diamonds hit
New Chanel, you deserve all of it
I put you on a charge
Baby, you a star
I buy you the mall
I put you on a jet, you said I do the most
I told you no more coach, yeah
Said you don’t care ’bout things
You said you down for me
I told ’em you my queen

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me