Suburban Rap Queen
Hey, yo!
[Verse 1]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You know I make you party real hard like 50 Cent, up in the club
Though I don't smoke dope, never been one to toke
Gotta stay up above high, I'm the Pope John Paul
Wear a hat that's much too tall for me
Patty-cake patty-cake, give a dog a bone, for all y'all people to see
Ethnicity's Caucasian, white chick rap amazin'
Them trails I'm blazin', but I'm not from Portland, I was born and raised in
In the big IL, hey now, what you think I feel? What you think I'm all about?
Suburbanite, hella tight, dynamite, ka-plow (Plow)
Wet your pants when I walk on by, shit a brick 'cause I'm so fly
Your defecation's making a statement concerning the greatness that I
Bring to the table, you may be [?] but I'm able to make an impression
Keep guessin', suggestin' that I will learn my lesson
Never to mess with what's not mine, but I must reply that it's my time to shine
Spotlight on me finally, don't lose sight of me
Didn't come to fuck, didn't come to play
All thunderstruck when you see my face
But don't be shocked when I hit the top
'Cause I can't stop, won't stop, never stop, so raw
[Chorus]
Welcome to a day in the life of me
Relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
I am from Wilmette, IL, I'm gonna raise hell
So shake that Cinnabon 'til it's about to melt
[Verse 2]
No regrets, what I'm up against, on a white picket fence on a [?] street
[?] my beats, where I complete the feat of exceeding your expectations
Temptations to dismiss me, 'stead you'll kiss my buttocks
Plus get cut up, no seat belt in the back of the pickup truck
It's a bumpy ride, this junk in the trunk can't stay inside
My pants any longer, yeah, I must dance, nothin' wrong with that
Soccer mom's mini-vans on driveways, in fake tans
Beamers, Mercedes Benz, country club, they chillin' in the shallow end
Not how I roll, I'm a low-key gal with a real cute smile
Old western style, you and me duelin', high noon
I'm a sinner but I got a winner's attitude
Where the boys try to grab at you, expecting gratitude
So cliché, platitude, I'm phat with a P-H, wack with a C-K
Back-breaking news, say what you say
But I really don't mind
'Cause I really do find
That I really don't have the time, your grandma-ma's sneaker, kick you in the peeper
Can you dig it? I'm Shaft
You mofos feel my wrath
Arithmetic, you plus me equals trouble, go do the math
[Chorus]
Welcome to a day in the life of me
Relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
I am from Wilmette, IL, I'm gonna raise hell
So shake that Cinnabon 'til it's about to melt
[Bridge]
I'm loosey-goosey, you're a fucking ugly duckling
It's a tragedy that Shakespeare can't be present
Witnessin' my ruckus, one, two, three, watch a pendulum swing
As I hypnotize you with my voice, you won't recall a thing
So hit me with your best shot (Best shot)
I'll get my stomp on quick, you little tiny tot
Watch me (Watch me) as I enter the zone
Say hello to all my friends when I bring it home
[Chorus]
Welcome to a day in the life of me
Relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
I am from Wilmette, IL, I'm gonna raise hell
So shake that Cinnabon 'til it's about to melt
Welcome to a day in the life of me
Relaxing to the max-ing, the suburban rap queen
I am from Wilmette, IL, I'm gonna raise hell
So shake that Cinnabon 'til it's about to melt
[Outro]
When I say K, you say Flay
When I say neutered, you say spayed
When I say drop, hit the floor
When I get blessed, you beg for more
Working like a criminal, do your time
I'll stay hella tight all day and I'm not even tryin'
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