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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