Texty:
Queen Body Count

But it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping

, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits Yeah, she got it written on her, her swag on lean The way she dancin' on me, can tell that she a queen

friend that put nothin above you And i could be more than the shoulder you lean on I could be your king little lady, you'd be gettin your queen on It

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They

No time for playing with my coochie counting my man's mad lucci While he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece I signed the checks and, I counted out

Yo, I met this queen Yo, I met this queen named Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia I bet you think

'em with the fifth My regular sense is piff, currency and cashmere You don't drove your bitch your way, I told her she can crash here Yeah, I'm counting

, check three Are you ready to rock-rock y'all To the beat y'all? Keep on and you don't stop Rockin' on, keep rockin' on I'm the queen on the mic, and

's still counts, gonna make it count Gonna make it count, gonna oh oh Thirty-two's still a goddamn number Thirty-two still counts, gonna make it count Gonna make it count