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Darian King

Darian King (born 26 April 1992 in Bridgetown) is a Barbadian tennis player. He has a career-high Association of Tennis Professionals (ATP) singles ranking of world No. 106 achieved on 8 May 2017, and a career-high ATP doubles ranking of No. 156 achieved on 21 October 2019. He has represented Barbados at the Davis Cup and at the 2016 Olympics. His first Grand Slam appearance came at the 2017 US Open, where he lost to fourth seed Alexander Zverev in straight sets. more »

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Yeah, baby, f*ck with me, yeah

Yeah, baby, uh, boy, uh, f*ck with me

Gave him my love, now he stuck with me
That boy, he can't get enough of me

I'm busy gettin' this money
So you know he can't stay in touch with me
Yeah, I'm busy gettin' this money
And livin' my life like I'm supposed to be

Who you supposed to be
You ain't no friend of me, f*ck is you tellin' me
A lot of you bitches are hatin' and jealous
And too overzealous, it's like an obsession

I got the drugs in possession
These bitches can't get a mention
Ridin' with felons and crooks
I got these lil' shits tryna copy my looks

And steal my behavior, can't do it like me
It ain't nothin' major, I'm just a player

You get what I'm sayin'?
Don't come with the drama
Cause that shit is lame
Don't say I can trust you
Cause that shit is fake
You get what I'm sayin'

Do you get what I'm sayin'?
Don't come with the drama
Cause that shit is lame
Don't say I can trust you
Cause that shit is fake

Yea, ugh, King, ugh

F*ck with me,
None of these niggas can f*ck with me

I came in bigger than Headphanie,
Stephanie Made money, got out the industry,
Tiffany
Stay on a pole like a Destiny,
Britney, had so much work, I mean literally
This is light work in my warm-up jeans
Didn't even take off my warm-up cleats

I shoot my shot like I'm Dylann Roof
I'm clearin' niggas straight out the room
Blessings on blessings, they needed proof
Rest in peace to the whole Sunday school

My niggas wait till it's after school
They meet you right at the bike racks
All that shit took was a quick text
Now they collected off my tax

I had they bitches on my back
Now they just bitches on my sack
I heard the track, it was all whack
That's why I never replied back

Spit it or swallow, I lead and they follow
I try to teach niggas, they brain was just hollow
I tried to make kings out of peasants
It's just a gift that I'm present, duh

You get what I'm saying
Do you get what I'm saying
Don't come with the drama, cause that shit is lame
Don't say I can trust you, cause that shit is fake
You get what I'm saying
Do you get what I'm saying
Don't come with the drama, cause that shit is lame
Don't say I can trust you, cause that shit is fake
Do you get what I'm saying

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