Lyrics:
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
world want from the king
Flow legit, chick legit
I had to write this down right before my trip
The waitress being rude though
But it's cool, we good
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
Threw me off the boat
They ain't know I could swim
556'll break a nigga' limbs
I like your chain, I break a nigga chin
Beat you like ya stepdad
When he
just don't shake like that
Step Three
Make a searching inventory of all your good shit
Step Four
Inventory taken,you hand all that good shit over
always rode with me
I'm a king amongst kings Whole squad of royalty
Forgioto goals
Puff gelato smoke
I got a lot of hoes
Who all got good brain it's like I
just don't shake like that
Step Three
Make a searching inventory of all your good shit
Step Four
Inventory taken,you hand all that good shit over
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
been nice woah
You can't get enough of this lovin' baby oh
Give it to you good now your addicted baby yeah
I know you ain't had it like this before no
So
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
a Bentley machine
Ain't havin' issues with gettin' fettuccine
You fuckin' King Pluto, you get what you dreamin'
Mop up my top, got me splashin' codeine
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
custom's man.... "What, please... come over here please, where have you just come from?" 'Arry's
going, "Whoah look, f'king not that it's any of your
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
ain't doin it for nun
From the couch to the kitchen
We jumpin
Ain't stunting nothin
Nothin but sum good hood Lovin uh
You kno you got that
Good hood
lovin' ain't enough love
We don't messin' with the head love mind love
Good time, not a long time love
What's the difference 'tween your love and my
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too?)
Cash rules everything around me
C.r.e.a.m., get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money,
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