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Correct Gone Delirious Lyrics
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Uh, the monster, Queen Bee, uh huh You can't be serious Fix ya face We gon' do a song That you never heard before We comin' to take this yall We comin' to rock this yall (This is the world premiere) Yall ain't ready for it But get ready for it Queen Bee Talk to 'em (Yo Swizz where it at baby?) Talk to 'em (Where it at?) Just to prove to y'all niggas that I'm still on top I told Swizz gimme the guttest shit you got I'ma give it to you raw weather you like it or not Like its my last bullet and I only got one shot Aim straight for the middle like I'm throwing a dart And when I spit belive its going straight to your heart I lay my Mack game down nigga straight from the start Don't take it personal baby, fuck you, pay me Ain't nothin' but ladys in my dark blue Mercedes With the Beravas kit, got niggas mad as shit No, we never sip unless there ice in our drinks But sometimes we get cold from the ice in our minks That fly girl persona its a premadonna world Act like you ain't heard about the Gabana girls Hollyhood style gettin' love around the globe You might catch me next season on the cover of Vouge Y'all niggas done gone delirious Y'all hoes can't be serious Queen bee, Swizz Beatz, they scared of us Y'all know it ain't no comparing us I make moves in the games The other chick is a fraud I'm important like the Queen on the chessboard Bitches talk slick but they ain't got nothin' for me When I'm in there territory Its a whole nother story We never get stuck sometimes take the long route When our backs aganist the wall we bang our way out I'm in the "Gettin' money" mode Livin' by the street code 'Bout to have every corner of this rap game sewed Hattin' homies better start, showin' some respect Or get slaped silly heard my man G Dep, Tryna holla at the bee and you think ya fly Impress me dawg throw some money in the sky Dream team rockin' the yellow and black jerseys Pull out the black Amali when I'm ridin' with my dirtys 666 that's the mark of the beast I love God nigga and I'm reppin' the streets Y'all niggas done gone delirious Y'all hoes can't be serious Queen bee, Swizz Beatz, they scared of us Y'all know it ain't no comparing us Return of the widow, it's goin' down kiddo Yall hate me, yeah alright ditto That's why I keep the 4-5 in the pillow Tresspassers they gon' die in the cribo Black Barbie knows how to party Don't ride but I still cop a Harley Don't lie who else hot besides me World wide I crush everybody And I should'nt have to tell yall who run the city Even my seven year old neice Rizzy Knows I gets bizzy You know the name Lil' Kim high class Shake it Shorty with ya high priced ass, priced ass Tryin' to be a billionare I got things to do I made my mark in this game who the fuck are you They say I'm pretty like chrome on chrome And that feeling at the top is like home sweet home Y'all ain't ready for it Queen bee, y'all ain't ready for it Y'all ain't ready for it Y'all ain't ready for it Y'all niggas done gone delirious Y'all hoes can't be serious Queen bee, Swizz Beatz, they scared of us Y'all know it ain't no comparing us Get your hands in the air Everybody get your hands in the air Get your hands in the air Everybody get your hands in the air Get your hands in the air Everybody get your hands in the air Get your hands in the air Everybody get your hands in the air
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