Quay Dash Queen Of Ny
[Intro]
I got it, I got it
Uh, yeah, check it
Uh, yeah
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Check it
[Verse 1]
I come through in a vintage outfit
Makeup and hair done - jeans and blouse shit
Correct a chick quick if she try and doubt shit
I'm a homewrecker, I'll f..ck your spouse, bitch
Gag him real good with the strap and the pistol
Turn his ass over, I'ma see what that whip do
Ain't too worried 'bout what them balls and that dick do
Got this nigga hard like a number 2 pencil
I'm into makin' niggas beg for the coochie
Eat my ass good, buy me gifts outta Gucci
Let a bitch smoke, buy me 50 cent loosies
And I ain't never talkin' to a nigga in a Hooptie
Unless he looking real sexy
Feeling on my tuck sayin' that he wanna bless me
Sorry little daddy, but your car looking sketchy
Cough up all your funds so I can shop with my bestie
Hit up 5th ave
Bentley coupes and Fendi bags
Get all dressed, wait for the cab
Now I'm feelin' sick
Got a tight jean on the hip
Heading to the scene on the dip
Now they taking pics
All up in my face, I'm pissed
50 dollars each for a flick
Blow the cam a kiss
On the dancefloor in the mix
If you the host then put me on your list
[Hook]
These hoes can't compete 'cause I'm fly
Mad as f..ck every time I walk by
But they can't f..ck with the Q-U-A-Y
D-A-S-H, Queen of NY
These hoes can't compete 'cause I'm fly
Mad as f..ck every time I walk by
But they can't f..ck with the Q-U-A-Y
D-A-S-H, Queen of NY
[Verse 2]
Nigga, f..ck the predicament
I'm the reason you moving all of your ligaments
If you not feeling my flows, my rhythms, then
Why you boppin' ya head with all ya niggas then?
I know you dig my style, my flows
Rapping ill bars, that's the way shit goes
Reppin' BX and f..ck 5-0
I need about a brick of that Paccino
'Cause I'm ready to sell it, making y'all niggas jealous
Ain't no shit you can tell us, rolling L's with the fellas (Huh?)
Who you loving, who you wanna be huggin'?
Saying that she was your wifey and she really your cousin
Y'all niggas bugging, y'all on that shit
So put the pipe down, take a drink and sip
I gotta go now, will you please don't trip?
And 1, 2, 3 get up off them dicks (Off them dicks)
[Hook]
These hoes can't compete 'cause I'm fly
Mad as f..ck every time I walk by
But they can't f..ck with the Q-U-A-Y
D-A-S-H, Queen of NY
These hoes can't compete 'cause I'm fly
Mad as f..ck every time I walk by
But they can't f..ck with the Q-U-A-Y
D-A-S-H, Queen of NY
[Outro]
And 1, 2, 3 get up off them dicks (Off them dicks)
And 1, 2, 3 get up off them dicks (Off them dicks)
