Lyrics:
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
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
'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
tote scripture straight by the minute and I won't Change a thing
Jesus Christ the only king, make sure you drink on Pain
Pipe out the demon, kill
Look, all I need is one sixteen
To brag on my king
Romans 1:16
We brag about him daily ‘cause he runs this thing
Can I do it?
Yes, sir
Can I do
line
Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus)
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
We can make arrangements though
And if you
a rocket we blastin' off, whoa
This is the aftershock
Back from the grave like I'm Lazarus
Back out the grave like a king, uh
I had to show them
who
The Lench mob crew, we comin brand new
So check it, can I wreck it for a second?
1, 2, 3 yeah I'm still a fuckin G
(CHORUS)
"King of the jungle"
the Supreme Team
SP-1200 drum machine
Hail to Latifah, she be the queen
DMC and Run be the kings
King of Rock! My nigga Ice T killed a cop
And we be to rap what
fuck me 'cause I'm now the shit
Niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I make hits
Your time pass like Nintendo
Make you no dey figure, Charley we be king kongs
any
We got so much to give
I don't think y'all ready
Watch how I charter the jet for a radio run
We popping eights on the plane
Let it spray like a gun
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
Come check me inna di night and mek we get it amplified
Me nuh quick fi run da ship, me nah go slip, me nah go slide
In other words the love I got
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'
'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
treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game!
[Chorus]
[X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock
provoking
We locked and loaded
Straight focus
Nigga that's the slogan
Uh
A dozen roses on the floor
Baby you was chosen
Uh
It's different levels play your
bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
on a ceiling, chasing
Dreams, hoping this conglomerate can
Run the nation
It's abomination how we bomb yo' block
I'm talking Big Punch, K-Dub, Baby Slip Billy
Bad
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
Been stacking like frito lay, two duffel bags and a briefcase
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H, run it
You can't fight Imma duck hit hook (Huh)
You know I run up I got that bitch shook (Shook)
We huntin' they king and we knock off his rooks (Rooks)
She
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