[Intro:]
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Brooklin Babs in the building
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My girl Justine in the building
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Your girl Brat!
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Yo, I ain't gotta live a fantasy, nah
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My shit parked out front, that Kati McGrath
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And I ain't royal like Chirs's daughter
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But I am the most royal bitch you ever met in your life!
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My British head is a'. to the left
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My pops was a vice lord and I'm a product of social death
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And I don't stop when the fight's on!
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The conduct of a pike on
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The finest of the best, I get so rest when the mic's on
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So turned it up a little bit, to this ass cause it's still the show
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Like Peppa Middleton with the flow.
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It's a brilliant and I'm sick of people thinking I quit
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I bounce back, check the definition of resilient in this bad bitch!
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Hook:
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And we'll never be royals, royals
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It don't run in our blood
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That kind of luck just ain't for us,
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We crave a different kind of buzz
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Let me be your ruler, ruler
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You can call me queen bee
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And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule
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Let me live that fantasy!
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Justina, yeah!
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No stranger to the grind, everywhere I go (I go)
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Different city every night, baby, enjoy the show!
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You would swear the pussy made of gold
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I got no real jewels on, '
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And my clothes cost a whole lot of crane
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But the way I rock the fuck out of an outfit
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You would swear it is McQueen
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I'm on the road, yeah, I'm living my dream
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And my vision is coming right to ' name as big as it seems
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So yeah, I dream larger, live harder
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Live my life hakuna matata'
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.. hell of a team, bonne appetite
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We make a team, let's go!
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Hook:
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And we'll never be royals, royals
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It don't run in our blood
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That kind of luck just ain't for us,
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We crave a different kind of buzz
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Let me be your ruler, ruler
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You can call me queen bee
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And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule
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Let me live that fantasy!
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Now why we gotta talk if it ain't about the check write
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So get your checks right, nigga, it's the best life!
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Royal, hope you impress the one that'
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Better be on when they call you!
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Me, I'm the spotlight
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You ain't gotta tell me what your type's like
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No freestyle, I'm the right type!
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Party over here, though, see how I smoke with the weirdoes
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Full contact if you're here, though
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Bad if they ask and they hating the way I'm still intimate.
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Turn it into Vegas night, tell him no mentioning
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So next time we link up, we drink up!
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This no money is quiet, so tell 'em, 'speak up!'
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Hook:
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And we'll never be royals, royals
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It don't run in our blood
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That kind of luck just ain't for us,
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We crave a different kind of buzz
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Let me be your ruler, ruler
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You can call me queen bee
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And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule
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Let me live that fantasy!
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Royals Freestyle
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Da Brat |