NAUSEOUS
Kings' Aisle
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Turn it up a little bit more Pull up actin’ funny, yeah I’m talkin’ to the bros If you talkin’ bout a come-up, yeah I’m in the studio, hoe Grindin’ til’ it’s over, push a Range by 24 I don’t really be stuntin’, but my bank account gold, yuh Standin’ on my money, so high, service satellites I be countin’ bands and I go and pass it to the guy Mom and dad told me to get my bread I’ma keep silent as I can and do what they said Yuh, yuh Throwin’ shots at me like you Pippen, but you missin’ Bitch you trippin, catch you slippin’ in the alley, said you wasn’t snitchin’ Now you catchin’ a clip and get burned Bitch we’re Kings’ Aisle, don’t test us, it’s true what you heard Aye, aye Talk of the town, we got what we earned Can’t ever settle for less, better is the norm It’s our turn, went from shitty mics and learned Now we cookin’ studio sessions and became reborn, Yuh, aye! Last man who test me, yeah, he gladly took an L Yeah, you see all of these bands on me, if you don’t then you need braille Ay’, I see the way yo’ bitch be lookin’, I don’t kiss and tell, and If you don’t meet my demands, you’ll take a ride through Hell! Big money, diamonds be dancin’ right out my pocket Yeah I sold your bitch after I nut just for a profit Send some shots at you just for a bag, yeah that’s just lawless Yeah she got a tight waist and her face be lookin’ flawless Hit that bitch with my dick till she scream, choking, and coughing Big money, I just stack it up there ain’t no stoppin’ Yeah I don’t see your mans but I’ll leave him in a coffin They don’t like the way I move when I’m thickening my wallet They don’t like the way I move so I left them, now they sobbin’ Aw shit, stop it, this shit make me nauseous! Aw shit, stop it, this shit make me nauseous! Aw shit, stop it, this shit make me nauseous! I cannot f*ck with you hoes, all of you bitches is gross, um yuh Dripped in designer clothes, I’m gonna put on a show, um yuh All of these niggas my foes, I need to buy me a pole, um yuh Up in the stu’ with my bros, we gonna kill it fasho, um yuh Why is my flow so cold, pussy niggas need a coat, um yuh Told her let me drive the boat, she gave a nigga some throat, um yuh Why you snitching like a hoe, just like a towel you fold, um yuh You niggas is getting too bold, just wait till my Mac 10 unload, um yuh I pull up, I drop out, I come on and pop out These niggas, just want clout, sock em, in they mouth We come through, pack you out, left hook, Pacquiao They screamin, they shout out, our names, in the crowd I’m drippin’, out the spout, make it rain, like the clouds Too much sauce, on her blouse, fucked her good, turned her out When I spit, fans too loud, when you spit, there’s no sound I’m the best, there’s no doubt, I can’t f*ck, with you clowns
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Written by: Ibraheem Abulaban, Jamil Kiberu, Keisun Luc
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