King Shit
Crook Deez
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I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe Too G not to grab the door and take a peek I got dick for days and she got ass for weeks Sweep you off your feet don't let you walk on pavement When you want to speak I bless you with my patience Wear it with pride if the shoe fits and I see you as a queen elevate you to this King Shit Beautiful as ever what my eyes see will I shoot my shot Most likely Peep the scenery, yes I'm fully medicated off this greenery She alone, just looking at her phone So I make my presence known Big and bold, black bald headed man was the blame You work at the airport cause you got some baggage I'm tryna claim Fat ass, she laugh, gotta love that sense of humor Forget the rumors, it's really a hit and miss What they say, you turn niggas into tricks And the way you lick your lips, makes you a choice pick Let me take you on a trip, I can make you mine I ain't really rich baby, but I'm doing fine I can flood your wrist quick, just to show the time Treat you like fine wine, introduce you to this king shit I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe Too G not to grab the door and take a peek I got dick for days and she got ass for weeks Sweep you off your feet don't let you walk on pavement and When you want to speak I bless you with my patience Wear it with pride if the shoe fits and I see you as a queen elevate you to this King Shit So tasty, remind me of a parfait Big nigga looking forward to the entree I grab you by your waist Uh, you can run but you gon' cum before you get away Don't make me chase, I get caught up in the moment I move at a player pace, gone by the mornin' Embrace, this time while you have it, money is my motivation A-game is my habit, I'm a dicksman Certified and stamped it's off topic but we off to the tropics Enjoy a brief stay, money in my briefcase No clothes, no phones, just you and me at the double tree In your eyes, I can see the sun rise You a angel in disguise, as I kiss you on your thighs You belong up on the runway, fine as wine I enjoy your scent before I take a sip on some king shit I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe Too G not to grab the door and take a peek I got dick for days and she got ass for weeks Sweep you off your feet don't let you walk on pavement and When you want to speak I bless you with my patience Wear it with pride if the shoe fits and I see you as a queen elevate you to this King Shit
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Written by: BOOKER JONES
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