Dixie Queen

Lyrics

[Intro] Miles Bonny [Chorus] Know a bad chick don't cook or clean Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen Do bad by herself, girl do ya thing Know a bad chick don't cook or clean Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen Do bad by herself, do ya thing [Verse 1] She was yellow with freckles, light like a banana Seen her at the gas station drinking pineapple Fanta With an accent like East Atlanta Poetry in motion, watching each stanza Asked what her Instagram was, going on a tree limb Off of the Seagrams, hopping in the DM Aye, can we be friends? Do this every weekend Keep you in mind, treasure all your secrets Girl, your nigga weak, cuffing like the precinct Yea he a weenie, why we gotta pretend? Take off the leopard print, I put on the sheepskin The kids not mine, one hundred and ten percent Twenty-eighteen, we don't slut shame Ain't trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang Twenty-eighteen, we don't slut shame Ain't trippin' off the weight, let the gut hang [Chorus] 'Cause I know a bad chick don't cook or clean Little food for thought, good cuisine Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen Do bad by herself, baby do ya thing Know a bad chick don't cook or clean Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen Doin' bad by herself, girl do ya thing [Verse 2] Boy, you better be careful, playing with the pink toe "Why you with her? She playing with your ego" Come between you and everyone you think close Have kids with her, your baby'll probably think slow Ever seen you with her late night, holding hands Maybe you just pimping her, out for a dance Hanging on the corner just trying to advance Bet she in your pocket whenever she get the chance Saying she Colombian (nigga she white) Never been comfortable with down south rides Mama said, you get caught with her get fifteen to life But she always comes through when the bills too high And she always came through, you was in a bind Even talking about marrying her, suit and tie Sisters say she take the good ones, they honestly right 'Cause over them white bitches niggas willing to die [Chorus] 'Cause I know a bad chick don't cook or clean Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen Do bad by herself, girl do ya thing Yeah, I know a bad chick, she don't cook or clean Little food for thought, yeah good cuisine Wrapped in designer, in the hood she queen Doin' bad by herself, girl do ya thing [Outro] Do ya thing Do ya thing Do ya thing Do ya thing