Paroles Queen of kings (outro) Dounia

Queen of kings (outro)

Wait...
Life ain’t bout money? silly me
Life ain’t bout celebrity proximity?
Life ain’t bout your favorite rapper feeling me?
Though it’s flattering
Got him shy, stuttering
New vibe, got him wondering, put his number in
Never text Douns more than twice - now you smothering
Keep it on the low boo, you know what it is
Got him acting like a local
Telling all his friends
Rich mood, never nothing else
Don’t matter what i got
Broke nothing i felt
Don’t you try to measure up
I can go for several, mad casual, like this shit ain’t lowkey unnatural

I just need to break it down
You about to drown in a whole brand new sound
Never wanna hear Douns started selling out
‘Till I’m selling out, till I’m in the mouth of your fav for the clout
Wow
(Wow... wow... okay... one more thing, one more thing)
Attention labels
I don’t even wanna hear an offer
'less it make you feel awful
Make your jaw hurt
‘cause it’s so colossal
“Dounia so nice”
On a track, I am not her-
Lady on the street, on a beat, I’m improper

I can body any dude lyrically honestly probably physically too
Hear him talk down on my name, gang with an AK on the way feeling quite vengeful

Back when i lived in corona
Sweats low looking like a lowlife
Throw a soiree though i’m still hungover
They’ll pop up ‘cause they know it’s Dounia
Ain’t a fan then that shordey tasteless
Ain’t a man that you should be chasing
Come up waiting but i’m impatient
So move over, ‘cause now it’s Dounia
('cause now it's Dounia
King of Queens and she coming Loca
King of Queens, she a real life smoka
Move over 'cause now it's Dounia)