I Got Cha Lyrics - Singles - Queen Pen

Big Dave, come in 

Yo, go 'head 

What's your twenty? 

I'm in front of the A room right now 

Ten four 

I got cha (she comin) 

She's on her way to the back 

I got cha (she comin) 

Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin') 

I got cha (she comin) 

She got a lot to say, aight? 

I got cha (she comin) I got cha 

Step back bitch, better take notes 

Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (word) 

I'm callin your bluff, what you ever tote? 

I'm raw and uncut like Columbian coke 

Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me? 

Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen? 

While y'all role play, I'm always mean 

And before Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets 

You - you real funny to me 

Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave 

Talkin about ki's, that you never seen (seen) 

Rappin about gats, that you never packed (packed) 

I'm da, original don dadda 

And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta 

For you, to catch up to my speed 

Fuck your icey rings (uh-huh) fuck this industry (uh-huh) 

Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing 

Bum bitch! Yeah, I said it! (yeah) 

Bum bitch! And I never will regret it 

(70,000 In the first week? That shit is ridiculous) 

Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) 

Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) 

Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha) 

We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) 

It's my time, to shine (I got cha) 

Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) 

Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) 

Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha) 

I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest 

I took a little break and bitches got overconfident 

On the really girl, you don't want no conflict 

Save your slick talk for Saturday night's at plex 

QP is back, what did y'all expect? 

That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing checks? 

All this bad chat got me kind of vexed 

Y'all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next 

It's all over, I'm shuttin y'all down 

By the end of the first quarter, y'all gone be sayin, "damn she foul" 

Dead, QP ain't playin around 

She goin hardcore on y'all bitches dis round 

Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) 

Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) 

Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha) 

We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) 

It's my time, to shine (I got cha) 

Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) 

Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) 

Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha) 

Big Dave, come in 

Yo, go 'head 

What's your twenty? 

I'm in front of the A room right now 

Ten four (I got cha!) (she comin) 

She's on her way to the back 

I got cha (she comin) 

Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin) 

I got cha (she comin) 

She got a lot to say, aight? 

I got cha (she comin) I got cha