Lyrics:
shows all my insecuri-teeth
In a kingdom of photoshopped kings and queens
We'll never feel happy with ourselves
But insecurity sells
Dominoes, dominoes,
a magazine
Honey wanna know the details about my ebony
Well that's XXL
Father penthouse, yeah that's upscale
Mademoiselle got a hell of a black tail
I'm
I put you on the front
Page of a King Magazine
But you gon get yourself hurt here
Baby I brought you in the back
Just to have a conversation
Really
me why you wanna work here? I put you on the front page of a king magazine,
But you goin' get yourself hurt here
Eh, baby I brought you in the back
your time do you
Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***
'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some
day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make
the king of the oaktown, spitting my game
10 years later, ain?t nothing changed
Still the boss of the bay, and I know what they say
They call me
Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings
Come sharp for the playoffs
The race for the rings
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
(Intro: Planetary)
Yeah! Planetary
My nigga King Syze
We got Celph Titled
Esoteric
Yeah!
(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Yo
This that muthafuckin' do or die
the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I
till throw up
Burn up! , smoke till you fucked up
I'm on an expedition this my odyssey
King pin with the pen, I'm the remedy
Mzilikazi in his prime I'm
touchdowns
Every time you sleep, I'm tryna eat, I cook a feast and then now
You see I'm tryna be the king, I hustle till the sundown
Check the weather cuz you
team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
shut the fuck up (bitch)
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups (haha)
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whippin', cook up
He
you wanna work here
I put you on the front page of the King magazine
But you ogn' get yo'self hurt here
Huh, 'ey! Baby, I bought you in the back just
don't want a lot (we got London On Da Track)
Let's do it
I just want that whip that I seen in the magazine (skrrt, skrrt)
I just walked on the red
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
me why you wanna work here? I put you on the front page of a king magazine,
But you goin' get yourself hurt here
Eh, baby I brought you in the back
the only answer
Tryna' be a king like Akeem and get pampered
How else can I be free, I'm the dream I'm the answer
Stay around green like a bee or a camper
as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between israel and palestine
All this world news, all these
withstand the test of time? That's just a guess of mine
Here in real life, homie, this is not a set design
Not on TV screens or the magazine covers
Sittin'
Stone.. just by lookin at my chain I know you blinded by the twinkle I bring the icing on the cake with the Vvs sprinkles, see my bracelet like the yellow
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