Doll Gein The Butchers Queen lyrics

[Intro: Jasmine Masters & Chanel Miller]
I am Jasmine Masters and I have something to say
*Beat Drops*
Murda

[Verse 1: Chanel Miller & Lumidee]
Pardon me talk with your chest lil’ Dollie (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
These dummies couldn’t storage me, Muva plan to massacre eat
Bodies rollin’, yo Cam and B
All these want but never be queens (Haha)
Goose b*tches gone bump or duck down (Uh-oh)
Y’all ain’t safe, who told you b*tches run with my sound?
I heard a chuckle, passed the heater to Norris my little Hellhound
No merc’ for any when Tommy prey on you backgrounds (Brr-blrr)
Critic’ condition, my rec’ acclaim, aim fire (Yo)
No literally I am Barb-Wire (Google)
Stand up b*tchеs that hold their own could sit their presеnce with Queen
Watched in “Action” in both ways, how LB went scene
I’ma dot you up and your circle, you a target to me, blrr (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Turn him to a noun if he eat me like I’m essential
Make him think he needed, ‘cause his brain like essentials
All I do is serve, got it put evident-ial
Could give a f*ck who play Nicki, cause they all, as/ass, equal (Glrr)

[Chorus]
All my dirty Dian’s tell him “Cry for me”
MJ with the glove, Scarr B (Bling)
Iron the pressed if they lie on my king
Cover my face ‘fore they knows my steeze (Bling)
Real b*tches don’t hand out hate, b*tch “HAN”
Dat boy sweatin’ me in Givenchy, bagged him
n*ggas movin’ funny, so I decked a U Turn
Yield where the crown o-only uno reverse (Queen)
[Bridge]
Another one again, light work, re-re-re-hearsed
Man I walk on b*tches, dem frauds, no converse
In my purse, that’s that rah, rah, that dragon/draggin’ cured verse
Mi gi naughty, ride pipe like a j*rk
I’m the perk he q-quirks
La-la-la, if that Blick peak and smirk
Shoot that Anthony, Davis, make dem lurkers hurt
b*tches cannot, phase/face M they’ll be “Dead On The Spot”
Tek mi ‘nani and whine ‘cross his nostril, Ah
I’m bad, not your frontal, ha-ha

[Chorus]
All my dirty Dian’s tell him “Cry for me”
MJ with the glove, Scarr B (Bling)
Iron the pressed if they lie on my king
Cover my face ‘fore they knows my steeze (Bling)
Real b*tches don’t hand out hate, b*tch “HAN”
Dat boy sweatin’ me in Givenchy, bagged him
n*ggas movin’ funny, so I decked a U Turn
Yield where the crown o-only uno reverse

[Verse 2]
I hear they wesson with that wordplay (Woo)
Well let’s test the mettle with the wordsmith
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
A star but a psycho even Patrick wouldn’t surface/serve face
Kelly Slater, on them boards where I surf-ace (Woah, uh-oh, uh-oh)
Put real dough/rio behind them eagles, since my wood you chase
Twenty Mills in the bank
Walkin’ with Chris and Frank big-biggin’ cane
H-Hate run through your veins but can’t success me?
The against Chanel decree
Bod’ doin’ the Dougie, glitches left you peeked like a turkey
Gamblin’ your life being childish ain’t talkin’ ‘bino (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Drac’ seein’ red, while screechin’ f*ck you to CeeLow (f*ck You b*tches)
The weight isn’t weighin’, how could you size me up with hoes?
I got ‘em shocked, ‘cause dese nuts is tired of being rode (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Turn these-turn these b*tches to a Note Fold, meanin’ they alright but once I’m on, flipped, notes closed (Delete dat sh*t)
You two old hoes (f*ck outta hea)
Took one Flight in Gucci to reminisce where they deposed (Two-O-Nineteen)
The Crème de la crème
Even my light bag isn’t dim
When mi cook phony b*tches, don’t call support, Tim
B’s take a bite from this apple and still ain’t
Snow white
Said before you b*tches chops, not Bryant and ain’t fly
The p-iest b*tch in the room, but move like pneumonia at the night (Uh-oh)
Not one, rap b*tch know my sh*t ‘fore it drops (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Never needed a proof read before I note the fi-ya/notify ya
Played your wrist/Plagiarist thinkin’ you f*ck wit, what I jot (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Slaughter me?
When I’m Doll Gein?
Dumb as I thought (Uh)
You so jealous b*tch, run like Jelle’s b*tch
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
But don’t stop ‘cause my thugs, are some jail-less knicks
Me retire? Why would I spare hoes, with my kicks? (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Didn’t burn me if those shots, but I’ma fry you b*tch, uh
[Chorus]
All my dirty Dian’s tell him “Cry for me”
MJ with the glove, Scarr B (Bling)
Iron the pressed if they lie on my king
Cover my face ‘fore they knows my steeze (Bling)
Real b*tches don’t hand out hate, b*tch “HAN”
Dat boy sweatin’ me in Givenchy, bagged him
n*ggas movin’ funny, so I decked a U Turn
Yield where the crown o-only uno reverse, kyuh

[Verse 3]
The Queen turn hoe’s to toads, just leapin’ dodgin’ through fire
These tinder dropped b*tches couldn’t convince me that they’re fire
Tried to add a couple of me’s in your mirror and still not admired
Bars spin your head like tornadoes, then hang you like crime hate, yo’s
Call me Subriel M. How my punch-lines max-‘em/Maxim death tolls
Clean off what y’all recycle but washin’ me? Not one soul
All these plain n*ggas ain’t Flame, wrist bent to the soul
Sold your/Soldier/Soulja swag to be pretty boy, now Todd on go
All these snotty men on the live, givin’ Martin’s Roscoe
Whippin’ the ‘lex like nae nae, my bling-bling hoe (Wait)
Ain’t nothin’ a “friendly comp”, you couldn’t cipher/cypher my locks
I’ll beat you with padlocks, in mother of hard knocks
I’ll reheat then refreeze with preheat, you eggo’s with more drops
My n*ggas move in copse, send chops if twelve stops (Blrr)
Bad b*tch, look killy, got billies, heads to unprop (Uh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Not planning weddings for you b*tches but I, rung up your names
If I were you, play it safe
Like “Hasbro, don’t step in it”
Put it where the cash be, maybe you’ll reign in this
The supreme b*tch spit Fentanyl, Kenneth McGriff
b*tch here are the facts/artifacts, your arts wack, nothing to whiff
When I serve you hoes like a lyft, It’s like “breakfast, at Tiff’s” (Uh-oh)
I’m like (Uh-oh)
It’s tight (Uh-oh)
Dey might (Uh-oh)
GLLLRRRRRRT, kyuh
[Outro: Lumidee & Chanel Miller]
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave (Yo)
If you want me to stay
We'll always be (This Queen of rap sh*t forever)
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave (Yeah)
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay