Queen

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[Intro] This for all the girls For all of 'em, all over the world Huh, listen up [Verse 1] Believe me ya don't know nothin' 'bout bulimia Feel she lost weight Dealin' with false faith, her self-esteem Low self-esteem, demons done got her Feel she be hotter with more body, that's nada Society got her, demonize her, she see the size of her waist Feel she wastin' her life, taste isn't right Lower confidence, cocky with no accomplishment, drop it New dress not impressive, she don't rock it Don't wanna show her frail legs, dress up wearin' stockings Fellas never jock it, comment section she block it Hot Topic for the top pic Dressin' all black is the only way she got thick No ass make her feel assed-out When she had junk in the trunk so she eat more junk food Belly get big with no backside, feel like she uncool Wanna leave, but she punk out Last emergency plastic surgery for the implant Implant a new mentality New attention from the mention man create the new reality It's sad to see, the hatred of her natural self Sayin' boutique is a issue But it's just you and your mental weakness God made you that way, girl, keep it [Hook] She said she wanna be a pretty girl But you already pretty, girl (For the ladies!) Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek It's for the pretty girls All of the pretty girls (Pretty girls, where you at?) Hair done, nails done, hair done, nails done [Verse 2] Ay, some feel like the world too big But she feel she too big for the world Hidin' her love-handles – think we can't handle love? Do you scatter the club with girdles The hurdles it take to put it on Bathroom breaks to strap up, hope you don't put it wrong Ass for the selfie, all face, so you don't face the eyes Of the girls who up next, so you take pictures neck up You afraid to be naked, rough sex with the blanket Feel he gon' see your stretch marks Hidin' your shape the best part About the lie, 'cause you don't take pride in bein' a big girl Stay in angles to hide your shape, play like a thick girl Self-conscious, think we don't like the big girls? Girl, this shit is nonsense See we lovin' you BBW troubleshoot Big bone in your jeans, even your mother cute Just embrace that side, see what a brother do Movie night at your crib, we wanna cuddle too [Hook] She said she wanna be a pretty girl But you already pretty, girl (For the ladies!) Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek It's for the pretty girls All of the pretty girls (Pretty girls, where you at?) Hair done, nails done, hair done, nails done [Verse 3] Model was [?], but them IG models might need [?] My darling, headaches is hard when DM's get overload from thirst from your thirst-trappin' It first happened when you post your first back-end pic, feel like you back in The game, your followers up you crackin' But you don't follow up on your past and now you slackin' Gotta get dressed for work to the strip pole, get it stackin' Dance while you laugh but your inside feel tragic Sundaes was your secret Now you at Secret Sundayz takin' up all your Sunday No fun play for the lil' one Your nigga say he a real one? Next week they done killed him You feel dumb, court papers you filled 'em out Felon, you never could get your feelings out 'Cause that body too fake, so you wait in the DM See him come back, text him from LA to Texas Niggas'll buy you breakfast Treatin' you like a queen and it's all for a reason Hit, then they leavin', be back in tax season The fact is that we been seein' weave and see semen in it The scammers of the glamorous [Outro] Hair done, nails done, ass on fleek
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