"Queen" lyrics
This for all the girls
For all of 'em, all over the world
Huh, listen up
Believe me ya don't know nothin' 'bout bulimia
Feel she lost weight
Dealin' with false faith, her self-esteem
Low self-esteem, demons done got her
Feel she be hotter with more body, that's nada
Society got her, demonize her, she see the size of her waist
Feel she wastin' her life, taste isn't right
Lower confidence, cocky with no accomplishment, drop it
New dress not impressive, she don't rock it
Don't wanna show her frail legs, dress up wearin' stockings
Fellas never jock it, comment section she block it
Hot Topic for the top pic
Dressin' all black is the only way she got thick
No ass make her feel assed-out
When she had junk in the trunk so she eat more junk food
Belly get big with no backside, feel like she uncool
Wanna leave, but she punk out
Last emergency plastic surgery for the implant
Implant a new mentality
New attention from the mention man create the new reality
It's sad to see, the hatred of her natural self
Sayin' boutique is a issue
But it's just you and your mental weakness
God made you that way, girl, keep it
She said she wanna be a pretty girl
But you already pretty, girl
(For the ladies!)
Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
It's for the pretty girls
All of the pretty girls
(Pretty girls, where you at?)
Hair done, nails done, hair done, nails done
Ay, some feel like the world too big
But she feel she too big for the world
Hidin' her love-handles - think we can't handle love?
Do you scatter the club with girdles
The hurdles it take to put it on
Bathroom breaks to strap up, hope you don't put it wrong
Ass for the selfie, all face, so you don't face the eyes
Of the girls who up next, so you take pictures neck up
You afraid to be naked, rough sex with the blanket
Feel he gon' see your stretch marks
Hidin' your shape the best part
About the lie, 'cause you don't take pride in bein' a big girl
Stay in angles to hide your shape, play like a thick girl
Self-conscious, think we don't like the big girls?
Girl, this shit is nonsense
See we lovin' you BBW troubleshoot
Big bone in your jeans, even your mother cute
Just embrace that side, see what a brother do
Movie night at your crib, we wanna cuddle too
She said she wanna be a pretty girl
But you already pretty, girl
(For the ladies!)
Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
It's for the pretty girls
All of the pretty girls
(Pretty girls, where you at?)
Hair done, nails done, hair done, nails done
Model was [?], but them IG models might need [?]
My darling, headaches is hard when
DM's get overload from thirst from your thirst-trappin'
It first happened when you post your first back-end pic, feel like you back in
The game, your followers up you crackin'
But you don't follow up on your past and now you slackin'
Gotta get dressed for work to the strip pole, get it stackin'
Dance while you laugh but your inside feel tragic
Sundaes was your secret
Now you at Secret Sundayz takin' up all your Sunday
No fun play for the lil' one
Your nigga say he a real one?
Next week they done killed him
You feel dumb, court papers you filled 'em out
Felon, you never could get your feelings out
'Cause that body too fake, so you wait in the DM
See him come back, text him from LA to Texas
Niggas'll buy you breakfast
Treatin' you like a queen and it's all for a reason
Hit, then they leavin', be back in tax season
The fact is that we been seein' weave and see semen in it
The scammers of the glamorous
Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
For all of 'em, all over the world
Huh, listen up
Believe me ya don't know nothin' 'bout bulimia
Feel she lost weight
Dealin' with false faith, her self-esteem
Low self-esteem, demons done got her
Feel she be hotter with more body, that's nada
Society got her, demonize her, she see the size of her waist
Feel she wastin' her life, taste isn't right
Lower confidence, cocky with no accomplishment, drop it
New dress not impressive, she don't rock it
Don't wanna show her frail legs, dress up wearin' stockings
Fellas never jock it, comment section she block it
Hot Topic for the top pic
Dressin' all black is the only way she got thick
No ass make her feel assed-out
When she had junk in the trunk so she eat more junk food
Belly get big with no backside, feel like she uncool
Wanna leave, but she punk out
Last emergency plastic surgery for the implant
Implant a new mentality
New attention from the mention man create the new reality
It's sad to see, the hatred of her natural self
Sayin' boutique is a issue
But it's just you and your mental weakness
God made you that way, girl, keep it
She said she wanna be a pretty girl
But you already pretty, girl
(For the ladies!)
Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
It's for the pretty girls
All of the pretty girls
(Pretty girls, where you at?)
Hair done, nails done, hair done, nails done
Ay, some feel like the world too big
But she feel she too big for the world
Hidin' her love-handles - think we can't handle love?
Do you scatter the club with girdles
The hurdles it take to put it on
Bathroom breaks to strap up, hope you don't put it wrong
Ass for the selfie, all face, so you don't face the eyes
Of the girls who up next, so you take pictures neck up
You afraid to be naked, rough sex with the blanket
Feel he gon' see your stretch marks
Hidin' your shape the best part
About the lie, 'cause you don't take pride in bein' a big girl
Stay in angles to hide your shape, play like a thick girl
Self-conscious, think we don't like the big girls?
Girl, this shit is nonsense
See we lovin' you BBW troubleshoot
Big bone in your jeans, even your mother cute
Just embrace that side, see what a brother do
Movie night at your crib, we wanna cuddle too
She said she wanna be a pretty girl
But you already pretty, girl
(For the ladies!)
Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
It's for the pretty girls
All of the pretty girls
(Pretty girls, where you at?)
Hair done, nails done, hair done, nails done
Model was [?], but them IG models might need [?]
My darling, headaches is hard when
DM's get overload from thirst from your thirst-trappin'
It first happened when you post your first back-end pic, feel like you back in
The game, your followers up you crackin'
But you don't follow up on your past and now you slackin'
Gotta get dressed for work to the strip pole, get it stackin'
Dance while you laugh but your inside feel tragic
Sundaes was your secret
Now you at Secret Sundayz takin' up all your Sunday
No fun play for the lil' one
Your nigga say he a real one?
Next week they done killed him
You feel dumb, court papers you filled 'em out
Felon, you never could get your feelings out
'Cause that body too fake, so you wait in the DM
See him come back, text him from LA to Texas
Niggas'll buy you breakfast
Treatin' you like a queen and it's all for a reason
Hit, then they leavin', be back in tax season
The fact is that we been seein' weave and see semen in it
The scammers of the glamorous
Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
