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Game


Listen, now in this game I'm the queen the rest of you are all just folding screens Midget listen carefully Let me show you what a queen do I keep it classy, but I'd slap a bitch if I have to You ugly face, why don't you relax your expression You think you're bad but you ain't even seen bad yet I come and go like a bad storm Take a rain check You ignite my temper I burn down the mood All you bitches talking shit light up the backlight Everybody going down Mayday, mayday Bitches getting thirsty when it's payday
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