Lyrics:
Lotta B&Bs and alcohol, it's getting to my
liver If your nigga down an out, help him see the
bigger picture One win, we all win, family ties, we all in
King, king (huh)
King, king
My N-I-double G-A (ay)
It rolls off the tongue, like I'm cursing in French (uh)
Voulez-vous, my niggas think you
Mad vibes
Think we killing this shii
Woi-oi
Kill the vibes
Stay on my grind
Do what I like
I am a king I do what I like
I do what I like
I am
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
sell crack
So all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Go try to put this shit black together again
Come on
Let's do it like the wild wild west
Take
clean you think might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw
can't be, I can't sleep
I was in some beef, let me call B.B
She ain't answer, my heart skipped a beat
She gotta be sleep, I got kids and they gotta eat
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon'
porch lights
Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we ballin
And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands
like porch lights
Let's do it, fuck talkin', we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no
all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her,
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects
Homeboy I make more than a promise (put some money on it)
I know the amount of hate that
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
Uh
Yeah I might not make it
Yeah I shot him and he might not make it
Oh woah
Yeah I'm sizzling like bacon
Beggars can't be choosers
Put that
of king enhancements (King)
I can't lie, I got so numb to hearin' ambulances (Numb)
Like every hour, I hear sirens, shouldn't make you panic (Panic)
I kept
Sunday
Nothing like a city girl
Drive you crazy, like Hyundai
Normal day in the city
Others would call it bizarre
Pulling up to BB Kings and have a drink
the ting boy
You the king boy
Can't cover up what I feel boy
You my home boy
You deserve more
One day we're gonna rule the world
Never worry
About money
Make
Yeah, and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothin' but handcuffs and heels
Then I beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, yeah, I beat it like a cop
Haha,
the one who can save
So I look upward I look to your face
I will not trust them no I will waste
Any of my strength it's all by your grace
Jesus your king
song
Royal Queens don’t forget
What my Kings Represent
Rule the earth
Side by side, never we making you sick
Now always we just fight
Come together unite
wow
It's a same movie, different cinema
Directed by all you people who ain't with us now
This movement going to the top, we ain't coming down
And when
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
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