Brooklyn Queen - Poke It Out текст песни

(Jupiter!)

(Aye aye)

Hi I′m Queen (where you from?)

I just touched down from the 313 (yeah yeah yeah)

Buss down Rollie, my left wrist on freeze (ice ice)

Big body when I pull up push to start

It ain't no keys to it

Uh uh, turn up like 1200 on sum Dior runners

My real hair is super long, don′t need no frontal

Coolin' copasetic we go crazy if they run up

Brooklyn hot like summer

Tell the record label I'm gone need more commas

Trillest youngin′ but I keep it gangsta like my momma

Walking to the mailbox in sum Louis V pajamas

Do a show it sell out we got every city jumping

Put yo hands on yo knees and arch yo back out

Then

Twerk it twerk it till you sweat your track out

Then

Megan knees then you bring it back up

Then

Turn on the City Girls and watch us act up

Then

Bend yo back poke it out

Oh you mad?

That′s OK sis

Don't play with me, play with yo daddy

Too much make up that′s that cake look

Yo boyfriend want me badly cause I'm young and got my cake up

The life I live a dream sometimes I pinch myself to wake up

I swear this is a GT not a Jag

Only 16 rocking Himalayan bags

All these bags here cost a house, that′s like 300k

Can't call me broke just call me Brooklyn

Insert the Queen before you say it

Bend yo back poke it out

Brooklyn Queen
Poke It Out