Aasim - Queens Shit lyrics

rate me

Yo I’m rich, black, the 6, the lac, the phantom

The strap, stay on my lap

I’m a hustler, ganja put for iron tucker

I get ripped in the afternoon before kids get out of school

They say nas be fucked up, I’m up barely acting a fool

Driving dc in drive by’s, on Lincoln statue

High on my meetings, leave a weed sit in the board room

Stick up men in black, bishop men hacks as my goons

Camera zoom while the news paint views of baboons

Wild cowboys snooze, from the room to the tomb

Blue fashion week, fashion easter stretch like Heidi klum

Snort balloon, bags of powder an hour then I cruise

Through avenues, where they say we was born to loose

But shouldn’t talk until they walk blocks on niggas shoes

I lust for pretty bitches in designer stitches

From rags to riches, in the trench selling crack for benches

I come from poverty, now I crave money and all kinds of gold

School of hard knox, I made it to the honor roll

Yellow tape, mark crime scene so call a hearse through

Worse that I disperse through the dirt

Verse 2 gotta be all murder, just like the first verse

Tint yellow like the hair in a Malibu surfer

Yellow like my harry Winston glistening arm be

Yellow like new york city pit state concrete

Or black like some cherry melasses in wine glasses

Or black like the white house man put barac status

Wonder why I broke black asses is paying taxes

While the 1% they got mansions up in the hamptons

Black aston, gettingsome head while I move through the speed

Snatching the steve out the louie jeans

I’m under Gucci covers like a movie scene

Waking up to the doobie brothers with the full ...

With matching furniture all Gucci maroon and green

A tire mob said we can’t let the moobie breathe

So I’ma shine to my rhymes, make my jewelry freeze

With garlic snake race is wrapped around my loubie queen

The final destination, black and white diamonds, no more segregation

I bet I watch bezel could quinch the thirst of several nations

But yet I’m swimming in heated waters with preachers daughters

Fucking them off that cram and vodka just completes my slaughter

Vicky’s secret polo boxers be the aftermath

My pimping ill should teach a master class

I’m off the cream cause money may not matter to them others

But paper’s like my bitch, so I’ma chase her like a motherfucker

I might abuse her but I choose her as my bride

And my wrath if I loose, Lucifer couldn’t hide

I also burn it down, weathering as a Louis vuiton I’m vicious

...my advantage, fuck with them barbie bitches

Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar

I got more to loose than you do, but I’m a rider

When did the rules change, y’all live in trendy off pennies

Leaving deadlines with ease, no game

You fire, I’m butane, date attempts, ostrich belts

These be the times that I surprise myself

My niggas looking like black crows and pack shows

The don ...like I’m still 17.