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Queen Pen - My Melody - No Hooks
My Melody
01. Intro
02. Queen of the Click
03. Man Behind the Music
04. All My Love
05. My Melody
06. Party Ain't a Party
07. It's True
08. The Set Up
09. Get Away
10. I'm Gon Blow Up
11. Girlfriend
12. No Hooks
13. So Many Ways
Ha, Little Mary, Lil' Boopz
Break it down, uh

Landcruise
See, bitch, you ain't got a clue
Lyrically forcing you like a bad tooth
What you do, boo, ain't cool
So I'ma prove to you
And show you how real chicks makes big moves
'Cause we was stars before all of this came about
And we drove cars in the eighties
So what you talking about?
Yearning for titles that don't even fit you
Caught up in a time warp
So remotely I click you
Erase you 'til you don't even exist
Break you off, left you in the garden
Stressed out and pissed
What is this?
What do we have here, a player hater?
A freak of nature, big time inside traitor

Little Mary, Lil' Boopz
Break it down, two times

Now what you gon' do when shit get thick
When shit be going down and you caught up in my mix?
You gon' sit back and sip, play that Big Willie role
Well, watch me explode like stere-ere-o
You a ho
Now tell me who be getting pimped
When you running around Brooklyn
Beaming a bag of dicks
You done slept on my clique
But now we in effects like Wreckx
But you lying, little bitch, when I flex
Pull your fucking card right out of the deck
Set fire to your play-play, imaginary TEC
What bricks you was holding?
What pound you was sewing?
I swear to God I never saw you while I was flowing
You be popping all this shit, now what?
Smiling in my face, but bitch, you be lying like a rug
What bricks you was holding?
What pound you was sewing?
I swear to God I never saw you while I was flowing

Little Mary, Lil' Boopz
Break it down, three times

Now we all caught up in fucked up times
Always finding ourselves stuck in sticky binds
So why could I never rid of this thick black cloud?
Paying dues that stuck around for too long now
What we gon' do?
Is it '98 fraudulent chicks will be doomed
You assume too much, so now you fucked the fuck up
All that bragging about your shit, you done pressed your luck
Where your skills is?
How you stand in this street biz, boo?
Behind your crew
Seeing life through your crew
So riff if you choose
The aftermath of my lyrics
Are just staying on your brain
Don't let that girl talk
And shit still remains the same
It doesn't matter
Face to face and head up
I dead all your chit-chatter
Sterling Place and New York Avenues
It can happen
And when it's said and done
We gon' see who still standing

Not you
Yeah, uh, three times

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Break it down)