Queen of the Night (Mixtape Version)
Antwan Floyd Jr.
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My tool kit used, some pieces been loose
Missing some grooves, I mean grips
So even if I tried my hands still slip
Fried for a grip, crying but I'm lit
Lying to this
Skip lines cuz they get tired
Inspired by how she spit fire
Acquired newer licks
Bass guitar, how I hit deep with ease
We mobbin then we split
Cheese! Cuz the camera click
Tell her take a pic cuz it last longer
She quick to take it all up off her
Thick like the coldest grits
She way too cold, I'm sick
Can't lie, I'm emboldened slick
She really got me foldin quick
Cuz she sweet like cruller dipped in dulce de leche
Skin glowing through the blackest silk
Now I ask how does it feel
She let her inner workings spill
I got something we can build
Sour assumptions healed
Its some wings besides those heels
Clean up what I spilled
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep