Exposed lyrics

by

Queen


[Intro]
(Enviyon on the mix)

[Verse]
Expose a f*ck n*gga
Queen Key, I'm what's f*ckin' up n*gga (I'm what's f*ckin' up n*gga)
You already know I'm with Dro
I don't f*ck with these hoes
All they know is f*ck n*ggas (All they know is f*ck n*ggas)
b*tch, you wanna get money on f*ck n*ggas (b*tch, you wanna get money)
We the sh*t, you can look, can't touch n*gga
If I touch him I can make him blush
n*gga say he single but it could be her n*gga (You know these hoes be lyin')
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Already know that's a whole 'nother devil
I ain't worried 'bout it, I'm a whole 'nother rebel
Givin' a f*ck never been on my schedule (Never been on my schedule)
You on my di*k like you received a medal
I know my worth, b*tch, I will never settle
Gassin' these b*tches my foot on the pedal
I been real b*tch, I still eat Fruity Pebbles (I still eat Fruity Pebbles)
n*gga make me mad so I told his ass, "Bye"
Face always in my pus*y so we don't see eye to eye
Every b*tch with me fly and we baked as a pie
Only time I'ma cry when I want a b*tch to die (Want a b*tch to die)
I don't care, n*gga, I be gettin' high
I'm too goddamn lazy to reply (I'm too goddamn lazy)
I just need a n*gga f*ckin' with me that's gon' ride
f*ckin' all types of ways, front, back and the side
And you might get licked if you mad
For the goofy hoes, I ain't got no time
Hoes nosey, that's why they ain't got no blinds (f*ck that window)
Step up in this motherf*cker and I shine
Hoes hatin' 'cause they on they bottom dime
b*tch, say it to my face, I don't hear a chirp or chime
Who the f*ck I make angry today?
I don't know but I know that they ass can get hanged
n*ggas b*tches, they angry these days
Whole time in denial 'cause they ass gettin' banged
Expose these f*ck n*ggas
(Expose these cluck n*ggas)
Expose these "Hate these hoes but I love my bros"
di*k in the butt n*ggas (di*k in the butt ass)
b*tch, you ain't got great pus*y
You ain't got that instantly get ate pus*y (Instantly get ate pus*y)
b*tch you ain't got that late pus*y
You ain't got that make a real n*gga go ape pus*y (Go ape pus*y)
But I ain't worried 'bout a pus*y
I'm just worried 'bout the money, so, ayy, book me (Ayy, book me)
Every b*tch with me pretty and saddity
And I'm workin' on my ass, but I got some nice titties (Got some nice titties)
Ho, don't hit my line if you lookin' for some pity
b*tch, I got a cold heart, I'll leave a n*gga sh*tty (Leave a n*gga sh*tty)
I'll leave a n*gga sh*tty
[Outro]
Ho, don't hit my line if you lookin' for some pity
b*tch, I got a cold heart, I'll leave a n*gga sh*tty
Queen sh*t, b*tch
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