Murrel - #queen Lyrics

You a Snapchat fiend
Knowing them feelings ain't going
Past that screen but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I could never say no to a hashtag queen
Bad as bad can be
Knowing all of your friends and they
Can't stand me but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I guess that's the life of a hashtag queen
She an Instagram model
Trying to live a life that the pictures can't follow
Looking at ya boy like she hit the damn lotto
Trying to get the bag on em'
Got me in a trance when she do that stripper dance on it
I'ma spend a band on it
Sipping yak in the back
Know she a freak when she lick the damn bottle
She don't like my shit cuz it isn't Jack Harlow
Well it sound like to me them are a different man's problems
I ain't here to play date shit
And I sure as hell ain't here to make a friend
And I know you only here on vacation
So we better link up before your plane takes wind
She told me she down to take ten shots
When she mixing her whiskey with that Franks Red Hot
Got me filling up my cup until the bank says stop
Get her panties on the floor when the bass gets dropped
But no save a hoe here I'ma keep it a buck
Better play your role dear I'm just looking to fuck
Start saving those tears you know "J" he don't care
So just play with yo hair like you know what you want
You just wanna a man that gonna hit it right now
That's gonna fuck you till they turn the lights out
Well lucky for you baby that is my style
I'ma show you just how we do it in my town
She say usually this is not my thing
I normally don't do this it's not my kink
I tell her straight up girl stop lying
Cuz we both know what it mean when my hotline bling
You a Snapchat fiend
Knowing them feelings ain't going
Past that screen but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I could never say no to a hashtag queen
Bad as bad can be
Knowing all of your friends and they
Can't stand me but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I guess that's the life of a hashtag queen
Her friend in med school bout to graduate soon
She bout to be a nurse that's what passing grades do
Saying she don't want "scrubs" and I had to take two
Saying she don't want love and she glad it ain't you
Well then, we gonna have to make do
Preluding Sunday scaries with the Saturday blues
Trying to act her age like who you acting fake to
Then my song came on and she had to change tunes
She gon' go berserk for the new song
Shawty gotta learn to twerk it first cuz she moves wrong
Them twitter fingers ain't gonna work when my grooves on
She better just stick to being stern in her food blogs
They say, that opposites attract
I'm positive of that she ain't got a dollar on her but
I'ma get the bag while she dropping out of class
She a low life lying bout college to her dad
But we both know that her scholarship is maxed
And she hitting her bottom with bout a bottle and a half
Still bragging bout all the followers she has
Talking bout her snap but I ain't following her back
Cuz I don't wanna chat you talking too much
My likes something you probably don't want
Cuz ya boy ain't here to be falling in love
Yeah bad, dumb, and bitchy I want all the above
So girl what we gonna do bout this
With your new outfits trying prove you a newfound bitch
But tell me what's new bout this
Sneaking out your man's crib, sliding through round six
You a Snapchat fiend
Knowing them feelings ain't going
Past that screen but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I could never say no to a hashtag queen
Bad as bad can be
Knowing all of your friends and they
Can't stand me but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I guess that's the life of a hashtag queen

You a Snapchat fiend
Knowing them feelings ain't going
Past that screen but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I could never say no to a hashtag queen
Bad as bad can be
Knowing all of your friends and they
Can't stand me but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I guess that's the life of a hashtag queen
She an Instagram model
Trying to live a life that the pictures can't follow
Looking at ya boy like she hit the damn lotto
Trying to get the bag on em'
Got me in a trance when she do that stripper dance on it
I'ma spend a band on it
Sipping yak in the back
Know she a freak when she lick the damn bottle
She don't like my shit cuz it isn't Jack Harlow
Well it sound like to me them are a different man's problems
I ain't here to play date shit
And I sure as hell ain't here to make a friend
And I know you only here on vacation
So we better link up before your plane takes wind
She told me she down to take ten shots
When she mixing her whiskey with that Franks Red Hot
Got me filling up my cup until the bank says stop
Get her panties on the floor when the bass gets dropped
But no save a hoe here I'ma keep it a buck
Better play your role dear I'm just looking to fuck
Start saving those tears you know "J" he don't care
So just play with yo hair like you know what you want
You just wanna a man that gonna hit it right now
That's gonna fuck you till they turn the lights out
Well lucky for you baby that is my style
I'ma show you just how we do it in my town
She say usually this is not my thing
I normally don't do this it's not my kink
I tell her straight up girl stop lying
Cuz we both know what it mean when my hotline bling
You a Snapchat fiend
Knowing them feelings ain't going
Past that screen but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I could never say no to a hashtag queen
Bad as bad can be
Knowing all of your friends and they
Can't stand me but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I guess that's the life of a hashtag queen
Her friend in med school bout to graduate soon
She bout to be a nurse that's what passing grades do
Saying she don't want "scrubs" and I had to take two
Saying she don't want love and she glad it ain't you
Well then, we gonna have to make do
Preluding Sunday scaries with the Saturday blues
Trying to act her age like who you acting fake to
Then my song came on and she had to change tunes
She gon' go berserk for the new song
Shawty gotta learn to twerk it first cuz she moves wrong
Them twitter fingers ain't gonna work when my grooves on
She better just stick to being stern in her food blogs
They say, that opposites attract
I'm positive of that she ain't got a dollar on her but
I'ma get the bag while she dropping out of class
She a low life lying bout college to her dad
But we both know that her scholarship is maxed
And she hitting her bottom with bout a bottle and a half
Still bragging bout all the followers she has
Talking bout her snap but I ain't following her back
Cuz I don't wanna chat you talking too much
My likes something you probably don't want
Cuz ya boy ain't here to be falling in love
Yeah bad, dumb, and bitchy I want all the above
So girl what we gonna do bout this
With your new outfits trying prove you a newfound bitch
But tell me what's new bout this
Sneaking out your man's crib, sliding through round six
You a Snapchat fiend
Knowing them feelings ain't going
Past that screen but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I could never say no to a hashtag queen
Bad as bad can be
Knowing all of your friends and they
Can't stand me but you still hit me up
Half past three when your mans can't see
But I guess that's the life of a hashtag queen