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zamor livi - queens lyrics
queens
lets get it craccin im steady stackin up cheese to catch some leg in these veeks
these b—-es h–s and they know it
every time i pull up they folding
this goes for h–s in st. albans
driving up on sutphin in foriegns
archer to brewer we dumming
i’m from queens where it’s green
we get money just with ease
like a broker on dubb street
we stay flee
my 630s make it cali me and my thuns living lavi
every time we pull up they strapping
n—-s lacking
rock bully’s where i come from
we get drunk up on lam’on
then hit the henny we gone
south war zone blue city love
i love my queens b—-es though
you b-tches go with the flow
no marilyn no monroe
y’all in y’all bags (we know)
these n—-s mad (we know)
thotin for miami (we know)
red bottoms n bags (we know)
yeah (we know)
these n—-s faking living life of pablo
get caught then snitch on the low
man that’s just how the s— goes
i’m from queens (i’m from queens)
we tote beams we was teens we had dreams
s— naive as it seems
we from queens
then them dreams turned to schemes dirty money we could clean them ain’t zombies them is feens
this is queens we from queens we bust (shots) hit a l!ck then we duck (cops) we the best n we ain’t(stopping)
pull up and we just (floss) we the best in ny (watch us) hit o bar then we l-st (oo) b—-es falling for us (bling)
queens get the money
we go for gusty
we backin out foreign clothes
h–s love it when we get doe
we from queens
south side get it craccin
north side get it craccin
whole queens get it craccin
we from queens
bacc gang get it craccin
630 get it craccin
whole queens get it craccin
before u brag (n—-)
secure that bag (n—-)
now and days (n—-)
do whatever for that cash n—-)
queens get the money all we do is chasing bags imma pull up in a bm crodie gone pull up in a jag getting spooky on the strip
just got off the van wyck now iʼm cruising through the ave whole scene looking lit talking foreigns after foreigns
bending blocks looking lit got these hoes all in a trans
now they jumping in the whip
hold up
iʼm in my bag these n—-s mad
all i do is stick n move then i counter with a jab
pull up in some forgiato s— these n—-s never had
said iʼm stunting in my stuntin in my 630 dad
(far rock get it craccin rotchdale get it craccin rosedale get it craccin)
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