Queen Latifah Lyrics

I hear you callin', what's your desire?

Mane, mane, what type of beat this nigga got me on?

I want me a slim, thick bitch, but she gotta sound like Queen Latifah

Always pullin' up pronto time, when it's time to see ya'

Argue then we fuckin' bitch, you always actin' like a diva

African-American, but keep French tips on her fingers

She steady actin' like I need her

What?, bitch, you better watch your fuckin' tone 'fore I beat ya'

Stabbed me in my back and took another knife and dug it deeper

Bitch, I shoulda hit yo' pretty ass with this heater

Tell your next boyfriend that it's gon' be nice to meet him

I'ma let that nigga know that he cuffed a eater

Girl you know you bad

But you ain't gettin' no bag

Gotta throw more ass for this cash

She let me fuck, I put that bitch in, and came fast, yeah

Went out my way to get you whatever you wanted

Bitch, you coulda told me you ain't want it

Texted yo' phone, you could of responded

Then I ain't even see you, the niggas mornin'

Mane, this hoe done got a nigga started

Mane, this hoe know that I'm retarded

Pull up to her momma house with a full clip .40

Let me find out she up in this bitch with a nigga bitch, I'm finna crash the party

Got ammunition like the army

Leave em' smacked down like Matt Hardy

Hands in the air, yellin' out, bae don't harm me

Her pussy queefin thought that hoe was fartin'

Come to find out this girl upset the whole time

Like, talk to me, girl, what's on your mind?

All day, I ain't see no sign

I just be lookin' at how you so fine

Plus, you all mine

You and I know that I ain't lyin

Me and my baby, we go hard together

Could reach the stars together

Ride through the stormy weather

Drive foreign cars together

Girl, you need a gold medal for bein' so special

I want me a slim, thick bitch, but she gotta sound like Queen Latifah

On the way I'm coming pronto time, when it's time to see ya'

Argue then we fuckin' bitch, you always actin' like a diva

African-American, but keep French tips on her fingers

She steady actin' like I need her

What?, bitch, you better watch your fuckin' tone 'fore I beat ya'

Stabbed me in my back and took another knife and dug it deeper

Bitch, I shoulda hit yo' pretty ass with this heater

Tell your next boyfriend that it's gon' be nice to meet him

I'ma let that nigga know that he cuffed a eater

Girl you know you bad

But you ain't gettin' no bag

Gotta throw more ass for this cash

She let me fuck, I put that bitch in, and came fast, yeah (I hear you callin')

Whats your desire

Callin', callin'