Lyrics:
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
rappin' broads
She sellin' straight up sex, by the sea shore
We bang beats from boogie down to BK, New York
I sport the finest of wears, your highness is
rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon', check the strategy
By any means, Shirley
rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon', check the strategy
By any means, Shirley
and out of your body, baby
Tell me that you've always been my fan
And everything you heard turned out so true
I'm kneeling by your body, baby
Kissing
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
still abandon spots
Sippin henny in the Bentley
Playing crash and cop
By the dollar daddy up my stash is stocked
Got him gaspin' steady asking
When
my arena let me show y'all who the highness is
You might say I could be doing something positive
Humble head down low and broke like promises
Soaking
Good woods only feelin' phony by my lonely
On a pony no homies only light being brodies
In a room surrounded by her chonies
She stay with me only
She
Good woods only feelin' phony by my lonely
On a pony no homies only light being brodies
In a room surrounded by her chonies
She stay with me only
She
reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers,
hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
All hail your highness, terrific win
Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim
Keep watch,
side
My girl I wanna roll up burn up puff up, the whole day with you, you go dey by my side
You got the body of a goddess
Can I call you royal highness
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid
Men, women, and children of the court
His and her Royal highness
I present to you another performance by the great
Yet humbled servant of the land
you feel alright
'Cause I am yours, you are mine, you are mine, mine (yeah)
Not going anywhere, I am standing by your side (uh-uh)
I will love you
in my cargo
I get dope by the car load
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so
of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jamimah
the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf
Not high, but I'm your highness (what?)
And secretly, you're my dick (ha)
But you haters are butthurt (ow), bunch
the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf
Not high, but I'm your highness (what?)
And secretly, you're my dick (ha)
But you haters are butthurt (ow), bunch
I'm your highness, your highest title
Numero uno
Putas, they clone Shiro like Naruto
Your man super, grand groover on that Sambuca
Mass mover,
Discuss these highness by capleton Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In