Lyrics:
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight
Still
di girls dem sugar dats all (zagga)
Welcome di king of di dancehall (send off)
Pon bed pon floor against wall (what?)
We sex dem all 'til dem call
di girls dem sugar dats all (zagga)
Welcome di king of di dancehall (send off)
Pon bed pon floor against wall (what?)
We sex dem all 'til dem call
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
tryna score, check them shot clocks
But I hit 'em with them 'Bron/Iguodal blocks
Eat the cake and he suck on my toes, yes
Hitting them home runs, I'll
C-L-E?
We got heat!
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin',
Got his hands in the cookie jar.
Off with his hand!
missin'
The life I live, fit for a King
Now all I need fine little dime that's sharin my shine
We sit back, watch the haters go by
I'm not tryna'
gunned down
They say its on
So it ain't no place
To run around
You cut the head off the king
So you the one
Yea you the one now
Let's go
From a city you
So tonight Baby I'm giving you what you want
It's all yours
Our love is like a Romeo and Juliet flick
So surreal but yet picturous
There were
No Boost but I'm prepaid
My checks come on time or they early
No delay
And that's why we don't relate
Run it up till I run outta breath
You niggas got
Shole did, run it
I Shole did, run it
I Shole did
Can't wait to be king
Ooh I feel like baby Simba
Last time I took a L I can't remember
I'm last one
Shole did, run it
I Shole did, run it
I Shole did
Can't wait to be king
Ooh I feel like baby Simba
Last time I took a L I can't remember
I'm last one
it's crazy I think I
Run it run it run it back put on the huncho dubai cactus jack
Fuck on our opps then smoke up on their pack rand by the hundred bag
take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the king and I'll be the prince 'cause
It's our love story
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
fucking films, and every sad song ever sung
I'm sick and tired of waiting, but too lazy to run
I've known Romeo and I've loved his Juliet
I'm a sad song
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
run up a check, and I flip it, I’m fuckin’ up commas
(Money Gang)
My nigga be hittin’ a lick and they duckin’ the sirens
(Money Gang)
King of the drip,
So tonight Baby I'm giving you what you want
It's all yours
Our love is like a Romeo and Juliet flick
So surreal but yet picturous
There were
the change begins
Dividends in my checks a nigga finna represent
Been in Pitt with the clique a king since a kid
Take a kings trip ima king in a copter
Take
ye ye
We aren’t going insane ye ye
Cause we still making the bae ye ye
I give her love now calling me Oga
She make a bada man run enter Konga
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