Rap Queen

**LYRICS** That bitch won’t fuck up my style (hey) Stuntin she think that she wild (no) Saucin but you really mild (aye) Not hot to diggin the clout (no) Fame leads to bitches who fall for the trickery Yo man got the wood I call it hickory Bitch you can’t sit with I got the stick on me Pussy so bold he left his dick in me Shakin that ass he left a tip for me I bought a new watch iced out from Tiffany’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s hoes be so sickening Mind yo own business yo own business then you’ll get rid of me Nasty gyal keep the beat clappin Boss woman making things happen I am not lunchin I’m snackin So saucy I think I need a napkin You went and turned into a has been Traveling to Austin and Haspen I’m on a private jet Just wait you bitches are next Yo ass be on call and collect I’m eatin crepes and baguettes Bitch better talk with her chest Speak to my ass with respect For I came at ya neck Then you’ll be actin so stressed I do not understand all the lying Hoes will stay mad they be crying I’m not a rapper I’m trying Step ya game up to the high end That bitch won’t fuck up my style (hey) Stuntin she think that she wild Saucin but you really mild Not hot to diggin the clout You cannot mess with me Briana the finessin Queen Stacks on deck like I need a treasury Keep Hatin hoes you’ll still hear the rest of me Don’t keep on testin me You won’t get the best of me This is what you will see 20/20 vision crucially ...... {adlib}