Queen of Kings (Outro) - dounia

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»

'Til I’m selling out, 'til I’m in the mouth of your fav' for the clout

Wow

(Wow. wow… wow… alright. 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

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

Fashion bitches got nothin' on me

Snuffin' bitches ain’t nothin', homie

Fashion bitches got nothin' on me

Yeah, yeah

If you mad, just hush, bump the rest of the project

'Cause if you don’t, your friends will regardless

And to anyone that be showin' love

I’ma ride right back for you, that’s what a Queens girl does

New York always gon' be on top

One time for Morocco, Casa-Casablanca

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Douns signin' off

Man y’all know I could go from that too

My engineer’s getting tired

I’m getting a little sleepy

I have to be up in the morning

But, you know, for another time

To be continued

Peace