P***y Ain't For Free [explicit]

Queen Pen

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    Qp
    Motown
    Pussy ain't for free
    Check it

    What niggas is givin' it out?
    'Cause bitches ain't havin' you diggin' 'em out
    See queen, I just cut to the chase
    Either you gon' spend the hit the race
    'Cause I got bills, a fetish for hills
    A wicked backshot and brain that kills
    Fuck frontin' droppin' dough at the bar
    Me and my crew got twisted in the car
    Ghetto superstar, that's what you are?
    Well, come out your pockets and share a wad
    Some of y'all be givin' it up
    But a lotta y'all don't pass the bucks
    And girls, please stop fuckin' for free
    Givin' up that ass (uh-huh) for a bag of trees
    Fuckin' up the game for the real ogs (what, what, what)
    Keep your pussy to yourself, make it easier for queen

    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night
    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night

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    Tight niggas damn get shit
    You got ten on your whip then go fuck your rims
    In the party we don't need hints
    All we wanna know is tomorrow you gon' spend
    Get to the point, what you got to give?
    Good convo comes with good intent
    Do you intent to pay this rent?
    And do you intent to continuously spend?
    Can your pocket afford a little dent?
    The number one question is can queen live?
    Bitches is comin' up on y'all
    A dinner and a movie ain't enough no more
    Y'all ain't no hittin' these walls
    If we ain't hittin' the malls
    Ain't no fuckin' after 4
    All my bitches, make 'em spend for y'all

    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night
    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night

    And frontin' ass niggas, they takes the cake
    With leased-up cars and no doughs in the bank
    Ain't worth shit, gotta chip in six ways for a sip of cris'
    Still all burnt hand for that frozen wrist
    Got fifteen niggas eatin' off of one brick
    Got motherfuckin' nerve thinkin' you gon' hit
    Won't shine off of mine, run and tell your clique
    How you fucked qp and she ain't get shit
    For a big zero, she ate good dick, check it, ride the bass
    Lesson number one, play it out a bit
    Let him spin flows before you ride dick
    Lesson two, bitches, dinner don't count
    He don't earn coochie coupons for mr. Chows
    Lesson three, never play yourself for a nut
    Niggas wanna squirt, bitches want a buck
    Niggas wanna squirt, we want a buck

    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night
    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night
    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night
    Dudes, cars
    Tricks, cribs
    Bills, thousand dollar hills
    Ice, we can fuck all night

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