Queen Key Feat. Tokyo Jetz - Who Am I?

Queen Key Feat. Tokyo Jetz - Who Am I?
May 13th, 2019
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Listen to the official audio of "Who Am I?" by Queen Key featuring Tokyo Jetz.

Song Lyrics

Who am I?
Who am I?
Queen
Who am I?
Who am I?
Queen shit bitch
Who am I?

Ay
Who am I?
I'm that bitch
What's the sitch?
Female money making mitch
Ain't shit change, but the name on the slip (Yeah)
Say the same shit so these bitches don't forget (Yeah)
Yeah, take a trip with that nigga then dip
Been hip, I talk shit
Any nigga disrespect it
Big look, he get beat, EMP
Told him take a big sip (Bitch)
I'm my own brand, bitch, I don't rock no Hilfiger (Queen shit, bitch)
He think he the man, I treat him like a lil' nigga
Any bitch can't know me, no, the bitch lost now (No the bitch lost)
A lot of these hoes flex, but I got the frost now (Got the sauce)
And your nigga take me shopping, he know I'm gonna cost now
I'ma boss now, nah, I ain't taking no loss now
I'm the bitch you gotta cross now
And if you cross me, then you lost me, bitch you really done (You really done)
He looking at my ass, he can tell I'm really fun (Tell I'm really fun)
I'ma take his money (I'ma take his money)
Watch him cheat on his bitch, like he out on bond (Wow)

Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah (Talk my shit)
Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah (Talk my shit)
Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah (Talk my shit)
Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Yeah)
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Ayy)
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Yeah)
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Ayy)

Ay, I'm big Tok, talk my shit
I'm a boss and you a bitch
Pussy fat, you want a taste?
I leave juices on his face
Fuck a nigga, fuck respect
Give me money, give me checks
Who am I? Oh, you lost
These diamonds clear, ho, this costs
Make a nigga eat me out
This pussy wet, can't fix the drought
I'm the new queen of the South
I'm who they be talking bout
I be all up in they mouth
They see me out and they be fans
Like, "Oh my God, I swear I love you, can you post me on your 'Gram?"
Keep it cordial, keep it brief
I make way too much to beef
And you uglier in person, you say way too much to speak
And my head still dumb even though I fixed my teeth
I might just fly to Chicago, just to fuck with Queen Key

Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah (Talk my shit)
Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah (Talk my shit)
Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah (Talk my shit)
Who am I? I'm that bitch, talk my shit, yeah
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Yeah)
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Ayy)
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Yeah)
I'm that bitch, I'm the shit, talk my shit (Ayy)