King TROUP
Young Thug
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I just asked God why he called for Troup When it's time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up for you I thought I seen a ghost because your son look like you fool King Troup Action I hop out, I'm dabbin' My old lady classy We on to this fashion My coupe sit on Davin's Hop out with a bad bitch My faculty braggin' My briefs, they high fashion She naked, I walk through the door I promise, I promise she know I pour up a four and got more I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole I came a long way from the stove I hop in the foreign, go slow Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh I just beat the case I hopped out the Benz I just fucked some twins Had the jewelry in I hopped out again Pulled up in the Range Got drank in my cup Like I'm Kirko Bangz From ashy to classy Keep up with my ice and my fashion I take care of my kid with a passion I pray to God that they stay happy Lil Roscoe, he sleep where it's nasty They could've freed him 'cause he grew up with no daddy But instead they took advantage and did him badly Ain't give no fucks 'cause we were seven Gotta camera from the club and that's all they had They also knew that lil' nigga didn't have a wagon (Free the Goat) Damn Action I hop out, I'm dabbin' My old lady classy We on to this fashion My coupe sit on Davin's Hop out with a bad bitch My faculty braggin' My briefs, they high fashion She naked, I walk through the door I promise, I promise she know I pour up a four and got more I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole I came a long way from the stove I hop in the foreign, go slow Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh Stop it, stop the killin' We, we get millions We together, get the cheddar (get them racks) F*ck them niggas, keep a Beretta Let 'em have it Ask God for forgiveness for them babies You know Slimes with it, baby, baby Stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey F*ck you a nigga's old lady Keep 'em mad and that's how you know you doin' good Keep embarrassin' them with racks that look like books I'm so finished, with these bitches I need me a real one, I need commitment, where ya at? Action I hop out, I'm dabbin' My old lady classy We on to this fashion My coupe sit on Davin's Hop out with a bad bitch My faculty braggin' My briefs, they high fashion (Versace) She naked, I walk through the door I promise, I promise she know I pour up a four and got more I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole I came a long way from the stove I hop in the foreign, go slow Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh She know it, she know it She know it, she know it She know it, she know it She know it, yeah she know it She know it She know it She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it King Troup
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Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Wesley Glass
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