[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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