Lyrics:
up in a truck, fogging it up
Keeping that king cab thumping
All night long
Wanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on
'Cause you're my
leaned it back
Thinkin', "Damn, if I ain't the king of this king cab"
She got me feelin' like George Strait Jr. Tonight
Center stage on a no name road
could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
Bob that head
Every
so he could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
truck
Power windows, granny gear, tool box in the rear
Four-barrel dual wheels, king cab cowboy
Carryin' automobile, I'd put the windows down
Turn
always knew f**king math
I got no drip but bitch I swerve, while you n***** catching a f**king cab
Dont do no dance, but bitch I bop while you n***** doin
nuthin'
If you like love handles and big old buns
I've pounds of passion and tons of fun
I look like Flabio in my king-cab truck
To look like Brooks
That King Cab truck
Sitting in that drive
I keep all cleaned up
For your bright green eyes
That King size bed
That room upstairs
I keep
That king cab truck
Sitting in that drive
I keep all cleaned up
For your bright green eyes
That King size bed
In that room upstairs
I keep
King Cab Ford well you roll west now
c breezy backseat ride and Buzzy fades
Into the morphine of a rocking motion
The safety of pavement and highway
the trunk is
Just drugs and punk zines
No I've never driven and yes
Death becomes me
Hail the king, hail a cab, hail satan
Hail Zuul and the full that I'm
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world
Yellow cab world with them ghetto fab girls
5 Boroughs and the city shine
of (Abuja)
Green cabs in city of kings
I Grew up in city of ay
Where bags are full of greens
Step back in the middle of snakes
Grew up in city of (Abuja)
Green
bringers
Discos, bars
Women, winners
Stiffs and stars
Kings and queens
And cabs and cars
Famous, you know
Who they are
Drugs and punks and
Tarts
Rodéo sans casque, pour des ou-s' en cash, tous ces oufs s'encastrent
On veut des pourcentages
Des p'tites parts, une p'tite Cab' sur le king-par
Ma
get that understood mane
Still gripping my wood grain
On leather and wood mane
KING KING
Bitch I'm an underground
KING KING
They can't say nothing now
I want the car with the digital dash
Step on the gas
Moving too fast
Leave smoke in the pass
Not taking a cab
Stop making me laugh
Step back in
Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight
"we're fine", "Ok you can come
through". So we go through, get in the cabs...off we go, Traveller's Rest. Stopped in the Traveller's Rest.
"You've gotta
Seem to slow us down
White lines keep passing
Each day another town
I've got the wheel and she's got a map
Me and baby in our sleeper cab
She's got her
Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight
a 100 sum shots
I be the king in my city
This is my crown no cab
No kizzy beanie
Can't care nobody wishes
Genie
Watch I be greater than
Who ever did it
walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa sh-, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab
write cold flows and then
Match that
Kings speech, beat that put her in a black cab
#another hashtag for the black cab.
I don't mind if you aint here
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