"Queso" as written by and Cameron Thomaz Symere Woods....
My bitch Spanish, told her twerk then she hit the salsa
You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso

Money, carat, diamond necklace
Thousand dollar checklist
Bitch I'm flexin', we start sexin'
Now that bitch so restless
Panamera Rari, forgi, bitch I'm young and reckless
My chain got on praying hands
'Cause my life a blessin'
We start smokin' in the dams
Now I smoke a section
You is not allowed in the real nigga section
Hundred dollar, salad, fifty dollar dressin'
Money, pussy, sober, they can't smell stressin'
Daylight, hoes is whippin' lotus
They so poker, built like joker
Black no holster, (?)
Pockets on Al Broker
Lean or soda, what you holdin'?
My bitch golden, her ass swollen
Gucci Jones, and why you foldin'?
Your bitch hatin' on my homies

That queso, that queso, that queso
Hey, hey, hey, hey

My bitch Spanish, told her twerk then she hit the salsa
You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso

Fuck your man, bitches wanna fuck with young Khalifa
'Cause I got that sauce I be bumpin' through your speakers
Married to the money, fuck her once then I don't need her
Big booty latina, twerkin' while she roll weed up
All my niggas on, Lil Uzi hit me for a feature
Never trust a broad, ya'll some unstable creatures
Chevy get the call, I'm in Cali, we should link up
Back when I was young, servin' strong in-front the teachers
Now I'm much older, prices way cheaper
Came a long way from that Motorola beeper
Movin' state to state with just an iPhone and a Sidekick
Upgrade the room and get a flight for my lil side bitch

My bitch Spanish, told her twerk then she hit the salsa
You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya
Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso


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"Queso" as written by Cameron Thomaz Symere Woods

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