Lyrics:
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
(Damn) I can't take the pressure
Pulled the fo-fo up out the dresser
Grabbed
on this opp' pack (Whew)
Now he's gone i can never love back (Ew)
What the fuck?
And these niggas some imposters
They be moving sus
And I can never worry
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't
'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries, um, this new style and, boy, did I surprise 'em
They said "Yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he
like everybody judging me by a parking spot
That I won't make it I just slide through
If I can't pop the doors open I'm hoppin out the sunroof
Givin up
finna cook
A Utah Jazz nigga used to
Not gettin’ calls for the push
Bitch, I’m darin’ him arrogance
Today, stop my comparisons
You tired of these
Yeah this one a couple blocks from ojuelegba
Hmmn yeah this one enter
Back when I touch down jibowu under
Bobby supplied the green
But now he resting
get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, niggas get a fuckin' job
I feel bad for any man
That can't afford a meal
Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to
Count a half
"You short and you broke and you ain't got a bitch"
But look at me now
I got the drip
Short and got racks, I can't count all my bitch
Missing no more,
a hug from a mug, with a slug
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
I'm cool, brave, and darin' to see a lion glarin'
When I'm out with my Remington
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
nigga you cannot stop me
You can pull up you know I’m not scared, that’s for bull who said he gone pop me
Yeah.. that’s for bull said he gone pop me
Ima
for a bit
Grind for de bit
Time giving it
Time building it
I been legit
Vibin' by myself
I swear I can't
Function no way else
Solitude my only paradise
Nobody was there to help
I did it by myself
I did it by myself
At the end of the day
The only person
You can count on is yourself
I did it by my self
I did
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
That's how many that I trust and keep right by my side
And there only boutta couple I can call that would slide
But I still
motherfuckin' passengers seat
From bread and butter to bread and meat
You bitch ass niggas ain't gettin' me
So why y'all sweatin' me, darin' me
Ain't nar' one
Grove Grove Street, flocka!
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockin'
It's a party
and
Killers and niggas who out there be robbing
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20,000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
I hit the dope and I teach you how to dougie
Chop chop rocks like a pirate named buggy
Auntie told me that she's tryna get lucky
Bobby told her me too
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Pum-pumbaa are you nuts?
Please don't tell me you got my back
I wanna see when it really count
I wanna see if you really was with it
Or if you
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