Lyrics:
the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)
I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
So I'm livin' like a King in Sacramento
When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some
king
They love him so that cat called Domino, Domino, Domino
Well the girls all think that he's a real gone guy
They all flip when he walks by
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
king
They love him so that cat called Domino, Domino, Domino
Well the girls all think that he's a real gone guy
They all flip when he walks by
made a bum purchase," I say
King Cobbs, crocks, and candy
That's all
Is no more exotic than me
We are all infected, with it
We are all infected,
We used to sleep on a pallet now I get mentioned with Kings
Yea I been off it
Yea I been off it
Yea I been off it and off it and off it I cannot get
put in some work
Grind from the heart
Soul tear me apart
King kamara
You know I got the crown
When I was a bum
Them bitches wasn't around
I know some
stinker than a skunk king
Bitches come from fucking with me to go and fuck round with some bums king
Better do it if I lack 'cause I ain't gon' do it for
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
It's Boujee in here, it's Boujee in here
Shoutout to Twenty for this
Okay
B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always
Happy Holidays
King's Poet 2
This for the season
Mister stop breathe, yea yea dust me off
Closet so fresh chea chea trust me dawg
Got clothes
to find the nickles and dimes
It would take to feed my hunger
Call em bums for asking for a spare cigarette
Or scoff in disgust
As if you actually care
There are babies with guns beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the world
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs
through some trials
I put the mic in the backseat
Cause I had to bite down
But I'm back now
Times might get hard
But never back down
King of the jungle
I
Feelings with Astoria
Jackson Heights heat tongues past the sun
Open nights served rockets past dem bums
Bums to Mets, meet Johnnies, Redbird line
King
Like a bum on the street
I am begging you for change
Cuz the world has gone insane
We only think about ourselves when we steady switching lanes
world shrunk's
When i feel punk
PUNK
People under no king
People under no rule
We live by design 'till we sign a sign to grasp
In my veins reins insane
as she heard them Sirins hold up
My people need a breather
You see us rolling reefer
Wit a bad one Trina kick it no fifa
Ms Bonita Apple bottom Bum
You
The straight gate ahead trying to fix my mistakes
Press towards the kingdom no more running in place
Son of Deb and Leon, always honor my parents
Growing up was
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