The Queen of Everything Lyrics & Tabs by Haley Bonar

The Queen of Everything

guitar chords lyrics

Haley Bonar

Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want ‘Cause we want everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Designer, my clothes and my drugs I pull up in skinnies at clubs Your bitch on my dick, she come to the crib She passed around, no love My niggas, they skating and dealing She saying the money appealing Ain't worry about what the fuck a nigga gonna say All the real niggas say they gonna feel it Said I got crosses all on my denim Bands stuffed up in them My bank card and my face card Hope the same way I'm chilling Smoking weed when I'm rolling weed And I'm drinking, too Not one gram of my new dutch, hoe, I need to Just a bunch of young niggas getting paid She gonna smoke but she never get saved Jump a song but they never get played Blunt full of kush, my class got bait Drop the tab, I'm straight These other niggas too late Said my niggas got now, this other niggas got away Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want ‘Cause we want everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Run up in the crib like runner Baby saw the drugs and the money Baby saw the ones and the hundreds Smile when we do it like it's funny Black dog nigga, he didn't even see it coming Caught him in the back, no, nigga, no running From the East Side, my nigga, it's nothing ‘hit him with the hot then it's all over Going through the fridge and I run through the matches Fuck the bullshit, nigga, tell me where you stashing Lad named Bronson, all about action, 38 golden, let a nigga flash it I sell grams, nigga still attacking'camera on the set but it's still no acting Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, nigga Now it's Alexander Wang and your bitch on my wang I fucked her in the rim, she almost broke my chain Murakami on the plain, what the fuck you think? We don't a little, we want everything Instead of loading the chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want ‘Cause we want everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything Everything, nigga, everything