Lyrics:
sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like (super)
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
and all that wrong you do you make it right
But hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Big Mike, the new baddest bitch in the game (yo)
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let's get this shit poppin' (ayo, Fendi)
Playtime is over
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
this shit you came from battle rap
So where the fuck was you when
We was buildin' this shit?
How you the king of it but don't do
Nothin' for it? I don't
JM sedated quarantine
Big for president
Busting shots past your spleen
9 millimeter dreams, Mac 11 nightmares
Which MC's do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior
I'ma tell him every president was racist
They let Obama be president to trick niggas
The world ran by white rich niggas
They like, "Papi
Why the fuck is
cool
Class after class, changing the period
They go around the school collecting some Oreos
Like the king said, "Bow down to me."
Or else, you'll get
to jak młotek i gwóźdź
Moje dwa ulubione zestawy do rycia głów
Nadszedł moment by puścić to w obieg
Bo pomysły rodzą się jak martwe dzieci poronione
Musimy
turn nothing into everything
Every man, young person, every queen
We're permanent royalty in this land of temporary kings
Yeah
How do you define
was nothing they could do
Like a toddler caught with his hand inside the cookie jar
The king said he was perfect but he broke the law by far
Every king
They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota
Let the Mac off out the Trackhawk, doing doughnuts
Cold shoulder, let the niggas all know
You better
wizard, there has to be a twist.
A pinball wizard, he's got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it? I don't know.
What makes him so good?
King, HP lovecraft, and JK rowling
But I feel like I'm the
Best writer because I need
To be the best at whatever I do no disrespect
To all the other
a dog
News Man Impression
Mr president, who should we blow up next?
Obama Impression well, I know Prince William
He living like a king he don't do shit
He's a pinball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pin ball wizard,
Got such a supple wrist.
('How do you think he does it?)
I don't know!
a king)
Family, you can't get between (You can't get between)
Don't you please try to intervene
Gunna dripping by any means (By any means)
Elli-A got my
sirens on, I doubt if we stop
[Professor]
I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob
[King
here isn't it?
Everything here is fading away. She needs her Queen.
Uh, we're here for Freddie too.
I killed the king fair and square. They had no
by electin' EricB for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS One secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamon D and the whole DITC
they project
Psst president no dey send
Pissed switch it on for them
Light in the dark Imole
Baba!
Fi iro sile
Christ the truth say amen
Always on point
the boy is heaven sent with pitch black tint
Oh, he rolling in like the president What you think about me and what I do is irrelevant
Couple bonds that need
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