King of Queens (Intro) - dounia

Let’s it get it straight, I be pure heart

I be pure heat too, that’s another part

Smart bitch got 'em dumb shook, got 'em so weird

Bad bitches, where your leader?

She’s right here (Queens!)

They be shady, on their cornball shit

I be on my love shit, making high-qualt shit

They ain’t fucking with me 'cause they ain’t fucking with me

New music sounding so good they punishing me

Said you a petite bitch and you looking smack-able

I ain’t lie, you don’t wanna see me get irrational

Got 'em so mad, it’s quite incredible

I get it though, intimidated, I’m impeccable

Someone tell me, why I got some London shordey mad?

Act like a accent will make your songs less bad

Or a cosign gon' make your ass less wack

Put respect, you don’t wanna see me really snap

Y’all look good, though, on some gay shit

I know you’re sleeping, praying I won’t make it

Let’s be real, though, how could I not?

The game need a Douns, Doonsday when I drop

Back when I lived in Corona

Sweats low, lookin' 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

That ain’t a man that you should be chasing

Come up waiting, but I’m impatient

So move over, 'cause now it’s Dounia’s

'Cause now it’s Dounia’s

King of Queens and she coming loca

King of Queens, she a real life smoka

Move over, 'cause now it’s Dounia’s

Said I’m a pretty bitch who don’t need pretty bitch accolades

Have mad ugly days, they will sign the bag away regardless

Hop on the Douns train, don’t be a Douns target

Anyone with taste is my motherfuckin' market

I’m a starlet, self made, you a plant

How you gon' grow with the shade?

No, you can’t

I be showing love so I glow from within

Real boss, real boss, real friend

Still real to the shordeys ain’t deserving

I’m observant

I seen you curving when I was less popping

Now you see your fav’s face light up when they talking to me

Loving a Douns convo

Pretty and I’m mad chill, what a cute combo

Boggle, turning out straight supermodels

Catch me in Paris backseat with a bottle

Yeah, yeah

Back when I lived in Corona

Sweats low, lookin' 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

That ain’t a man that you should be chasing

Come up waiting, but I’m impatient

So move over, 'cause now it’s Dounia’s

'Cause now it’s Dounia’s

King of Queens and she coming loca

King of Queens, she a real life smoka

Move over, 'cause now it’s Dounia’s