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Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí
A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher (Ha)
To sú presne ti isti čo všade vidia
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
Let's do it
[Intro: Juelz Santana Intro]
Okay (Jazze)
We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch)
I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking
ti salutooo
Nando king nel posto e non mi fermi Bro
Chiamo bruma il venti
Spendiam Quattro stipendi
Chiuso in gabbie di soldi
non penso più
di un King,si
Scotti più dell'acqua dei Caraibi, bevi Bacardi
Ti scateni sopra J Balvin, con quelle gambe il locale lo infiammi
I tuoi tacchi e
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
I have heard of a land
On the far away strand
'Tis a beautiful home of the soul
Built by Jesus on high
Where we never shall die
'Tis a land
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Sto chillato sul sedile dell'auto
Ti pull-uppo co ste rime d'un fiato
Selettore in full-auto
Non ti da scampo
Cervello sull'asfalto
(Drive by)
Sto
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
And your boy been ballin', nigga been brawlin'
Nigga been haulin', nigga been lordin'
Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a killin'
They mention King
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
kings, got a poker face tryna take the pot
Goin' out on a limb for my dreams though it may take a lot
All I gotta do is think about the green and I'm
is my impetus in this instance
Cause I been missing by distance
I'd like to call myself king of this but I am barely a Prince
So my namesake I naysay
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
pray this fuckin' album burn their kingdom to the ground
I pray this verse will lead a million kings into their crown
Nobody's perfect, we're all
(yo)
Jokers at the top know the king
Is nothin' to play with (yo)
9 to 5 money is just as
Sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blobama, blow by
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