CLEOPATRA

ROXXY KNOXX

Untitled Persona

ROXXY KNOXX

R&B, trap rap, East Coast rap

AYO!
Okurrr! HA!

It’s CARDI—BRRRT! —STEP BACK!

Desert heat—BANG!
Gold teeth—BANG!
Crown high Desert queen—RUN THAT.

Gold on my grill, heat in my eyes,
Sphinx in the cut, but I’m the surprise.
808s thump, I walk like a threat,
Cleopatra moves—put respect on my check.

Heels in the sand, sun on my skin,
Snakes on my neck, let the games begin.
Enemies hisssssss, but I never flinch,
Queen of the Nile, make the whole world wince.

RUN THAT—loud, make ‘em fear,
RUN THAT—bass boom, I’m here.
RUN THAT—top tier, never fold,
RUN THAT—Cleopatra, solid golddddd

DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIPRRRRRAHHH

Night time—eagle owl.
Champagne—gods growl.
Osiris light—hot flame
Royal blood—time to reign

RUN THAT—quick.
RUN THAT—now.
RUN THAT—crown.
RUN THAT—bow.

Run that bag—run that crown.
Run that ass—shut it down.
Gold teeth—see me shine.
Cleopatra—prime time.

Pharaoh’s son, I’m the shadow in the sand,
Kings bow down when I take command.
Scrolls in my hand, power in my grip,
Desert storm comin’, better tighten your ship.

Gold chains heavy, but my mind’s heavier,
Legacy strong, ain’t no one better.
Hieroglyphs tell tales, but I write the truth,
Run these streets like the Nile, eternal youth.

Gold teeth—bite.
Blade bra—fight.
Cleopatra—night.
RUN THAT—right.
Bitch, RUN THAT—POW!

RUN THAT—louder.
RUN THAT—prouder.
RUN THAT—power.
RUN THAT—shower (of gold).

Run that bag—run that crown.
Run that ass—shut it down.
Gold teeth—see me shine.
Cleopatra—prime time.

Desert wolf—night prowl.
Gold chain—no towel.
Scrolls read—my name.
King moves—own the game.

Sandstorm—can’t hide.
Pharaoh’s son—big stride.
Oud hum—heat rise.
Run that—no disguise.

RUN THAT—snap quick, no slack,
RUN THAT—pause, then attack.
RUN THAT—heavy crown, steel spine,
RUN THAT—my throne, my time.

Okurrr—PRRRAAA! HA!

RUN THAT—loud, make ‘em fear,
RUN THAT—bass boom, I’m here.
RUN—top tier, never fold,
RUN THAT—Cleopatra, solid goldddd
DRIP, DRIP, DRAP, DRIPRRRRRAHHH Yahhhhh

BITCH, RUN THAT — Okurrrrr

Queen of the Nile, don’t forget that —BRRRT!
Cleopatra—run this.

Desert KING —done this — OUT!

Desert bloom, rise in the drought,
Whispers of my name, what the legends shout.
Eyes like daggers, hips like spells,
One step in and the empire swells.

I don’t chase—I summon thrones,
Power in my breath, crackin’ ancient stones.
Dust in my path, fire in my trace,
Run that fate—see a goddess face.

Gold scent—air thick.
Cobra twist—strike quick.
Throne room—no tricks.
RUN THAT—slick.

Ayo—step back, I’m the script they read,
Every curse I spit grows royal seed.
From Cairo to the sky, my claim legit,
I’m not the vibe—I’m the hieroglyph.

RUN THAT—fire.
RUN THAT—wire.
RUN THAT—deeper.
RUN THAT—higher.

Run that bag—run that crown.
Run that ass—shut it down.
Gold teeth—see me shine.
Cleopatra—prime time.

Run that game—mark that line.
Run that myth—queen divine.
Sands don’t lie—etch my name.
History bows when I RUN THAT flame.

WHO RUN IT? — CLEOPATRA!
WHO BURN IT? — CLEOPATRA!
WHO TURNED DUST INTO GOLD? — SHE DID!
WHO MADE GODS BEND LOW? — WE DID!

RUN THAT—last breath, full tilt,
RUN THAT—empire, hand-built.
RUN THAT—legacy carved deep,
RUN THAT—forever, no sleep.

Crown never slips—BRRRT—still lit.
BITCH, RUN THAT—this throne, I SIT.

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AYO! Okurrr! HA! It’s CARDI—BRRRT! —STEP BACK! Desert heat—BANG! Gold teeth—BANG! Crown high Desert queen—RUN THAT. Gold on my grill, heat in my eyes, Sphinx in the cut, but I’m the surprise. 808s thump, I walk like a threat, Cleopatra moves—put respect on my check. Heels in the sand, sun on my skin, Snakes on my neck, let the games begin. Enemies hisssssss, but I never flinch, Queen of the Nile, make the whole world wince. RUN THAT—loud, make ‘em fear, RUN THAT—bass boom, I’m here. RUN THAT—top tier, never fold, RUN THAT—Cleopatra, solid golddddd DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIPRRRRRAHHH Night time—eagle owl. Champagne—gods growl. Osiris light—hot flame Royal blood—time to reign RUN THAT—quick. RUN THAT—now. RUN THAT—crown. RUN THAT—bow. Run that bag—run that crown. Run that ass—shut it down. Gold teeth—see me shine. Cleopatra—prime time. Pharaoh’s son, I’m the shadow in the sand, Kings bow down when I take command. Scrolls in my hand, power in my grip, Desert storm comin’, better tighten your ship. Gold chains heavy, but my mind’s heavier, Legacy strong, ain’t no one better. Hieroglyphs tell tales, but I write the truth, Run these streets like the Nile, eternal youth. Gold teeth—bite. Blade bra—fight. Cleopatra—night. RUN THAT—right. Bitch, RUN THAT—POW! RUN THAT—louder. RUN THAT—prouder. RUN THAT—power. RUN THAT—shower (of gold). Run that bag—run that crown. Run that ass—shut it down. Gold teeth—see me shine. Cleopatra—prime time. Desert wolf—night prowl. Gold chain—no towel. Scrolls read—my name. King moves—own the game. Sandstorm—can’t hide. Pharaoh’s son—big stride. Oud hum—heat rise. Run that—no disguise. RUN THAT—snap quick, no slack, RUN THAT—pause, then attack. RUN THAT—heavy crown, steel spine, RUN THAT—my throne, my time. Okurrr—PRRRAAA! HA! RUN THAT—loud, make ‘em fear, RUN THAT—bass boom, I’m here. RUN—top tier, never fold, RUN THAT—Cleopatra, solid goldddd DRIP, DRIP, DRAP, DRIPRRRRRAHHH Yahhhhh BITCH, RUN THAT — Okurrrrr Queen of the Nile, don’t forget that —BRRRT! Cleopatra—run this. Desert KING —done this — OUT! Desert bloom, rise in the drought, Whispers of my name, what the legends shout. Eyes like daggers, hips like spells, One step in and the empire swells. I don’t chase—I summon thrones, Power in my breath, crackin’ ancient stones. Dust in my path, fire in my trace, Run that fate—see a goddess face. Gold scent—air thick. Cobra twist—strike quick. Throne room—no tricks. RUN THAT—slick. Ayo—step back, I’m the script they read, Every curse I spit grows royal seed. From Cairo to the sky, my claim legit, I’m not the vibe—I’m the hieroglyph. RUN THAT—fire. RUN THAT—wire. RUN THAT—deeper. RUN THAT—higher. Run that bag—run that crown. Run that ass—shut it down. Gold teeth—see me shine. Cleopatra—prime time. Run that game—mark that line. Run that myth—queen divine. Sands don’t lie—etch my name. History bows when I RUN THAT flame. WHO RUN IT? — CLEOPATRA! WHO BURN IT? — CLEOPATRA! WHO TURNED DUST INTO GOLD? — SHE DID! WHO MADE GODS BEND LOW? — WE DID! RUN THAT—last breath, full tilt, RUN THAT—empire, hand-built. RUN THAT—legacy carved deep, RUN THAT—forever, no sleep. Crown never slips—BRRRT—still lit. BITCH, RUN THAT—this throne, I SIT.

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