Queen

I don’t need a filter to look cute
Look at my big ol gloots
I am walking up and down these stairs
You don’t even care
You probably didn’t even ask
Your just mad
Cause I have a big ass
Imma put my ass in the cold crisp air
Imma shake my bank while Kylie Jenner stare
Do you want to take a flight somewhere
But do you really want to care
I’m rhyming rhymes on this beat
It’s too hot I’m sweating in this heat
Shaq is so high, he seven feet
I’m so wild, you can’t tame me
Imma keep it on the hush
I don’t like to be rushed
I am that bitch
I got that crisp
People wanna piece of me
But they pay for this
Teachers say «aw, fooey»
I am real gooey
Candy crush rush
I am very tuff
You say some very mean shit
Sometimes I ask myself who I’m friends with
And y’all broke bitches better not play with me