Lyrics:
by the stove
Hit his ass inside his fuckin' face
We gon' build some more
If a nigga try to play with me
I'm upping up the score
Hit his ass inside his
Come on y'all I'm bringing everyone
Girl the party really starts at one
Girl don't be selfish
It's just me and you
Let's get married by Elvis
It's
see how i de ben sikin
I'm not a God, not a King
Got my arm in a sling
Like David ready to swing
E go ting a ling a ling add a dong to the ding
Now
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop,
thinking that make em something, and killing niggas for colors
Becoming a king for drugging up really all of the others
I’m a different one, though I’m not
of the crown
Taking a knee, you know royalty never ran in the fam, without a doubt
Never been a king (Ben E. King), but you can Stand By Me when I stand my
an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
the others look lamer
So before you box me in with the other no-namers
Just know I'll bust the top off of every container
I been talking the flex
Since Lil Nas
Album number two I'm dropping it out the blue
Saw dust on me I'm building another booth
Stretching in the morning I'm tryna preserve my youth
Coconut
to dazzle-zle (dazzle)
Only thing I wanna bleach (beep) is a a----e
Ooh, telephi-loan wishbone mock-up
W-W-Wish da’ most hit the flo* T-T-Take ya’ stroller
a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was
your album, all sound like filler to me
That's why I'm asking how they iller than me?
It's getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real
is homey better do you
Coz a one hit wonder never hit twice
And when the trends are gone you gone hate life
Coz money come money go like a train ride
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
when you on the other side
I need a trip to Dubai
Then I need 2 chicks to divide me
One getting licked and one ride
Had the love of my life gave a couple
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but
(Hamza Mahdi)
(Uh Yeah)
Y'all been fugazi
Never chase the paper, man the paper only chase me
But this P.C.E paper chasing entertainment
You can't be
from kings
Raised by the queens
Pushers serving feigns
Leaving bodies on the scene
Prostitutes blouses
Red dice bouncin'
Broken crack houses that
on a single thing
Ima always go grab it
These niggas be tryna be internet kings
I let em have it
I'm not with the acting, no big screen
Nigga I'm not Ben
even tho they ain't poppin'
Whatchu coughin? he said the 2002 mercedes bens e-class
How you payin? ehh I dunno all cash..?
(equipto)
I'm on the dash,
four straps in the coupe
(in the coupe)
Get out the car, walk down when you shoot
Shot one, Q said, "It was two"
Fuck that, hit the other block, too
Told
the king and counting
Release dates and announcements, resented every outcome
Then they was asking "how come Nur you won't drop an album?"
I was in
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