Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Queen Bitch" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
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If peter piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
Nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin' my pussy while I watch cartoons
Sleep 'til noon, this rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggas lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be 'em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
Uhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
Roll with niggas that be thuggin', buggin'
In the tunnel in Eso's
Sippin' espresso, Cappuchino with Nino
On a mission for the Lucci Creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold 15 plus the caterer
You think you greater, uh
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Check my pitch, or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin' Zinfandel, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada hats no problems spittin' cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine 15, y'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin' my Rolex wrist
Rich shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch