Lyrics:
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
played his game, and I must never quit
He is the ruler of his nation
Glory to the land of Jar
The king of creation
Of micronations
Swaying to the symphony
L.A. tonight, Miami in the morning
Know a nigga had to hit the King Of Diamonds
Know a nigga had to do the same shit again
Know my next show in
a pimp, nigga
Cause I'm a pimp
They call me King Q, and who are you
Known for putting it down and making it do what it do
You can fuck with these fables
asshole, sellin' kids bath salts
Call me king, king
I stay fuckin' with myself like I'm in front of a webcam
Freestylin' no Michael Phelps, this a def jam
T for 3
Cause I follow Trinity
NAES and Kemvr kin to me
I'm son of the risen King
Knock Knock
Open up
You ain't worship
What we worship
Huh
You gotta get
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
through a deal
Call shots, 'bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Call shots, 'bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Yeah, I
To Equal Truths
You Are My Queen, I Am Your King
Lets Do It Lovers Do
[Verse 1:]
You My One And Only
The One Girl I Can Call My Homie
The One Who
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
to the 3 to the 4
3 white boys from copenhagen got the guns and coke
The bitches and flows yeah yeah
They call me snørlaxx im the buff gobline ill fucking
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
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
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
Come in with the wall p
4 fat MC's
King of the jungle, I got 3
Lions on my shirt
If you wanna feel the hurt
You should get down on the floor
So you
like I’m a marble head
Omega 3 for the kitty come get your vitamins
Ring ring
I’m making a cat call
I’m running to you cuz I won’t make that cat walk
two, three
I went to war last night
With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
I'ma do it till I get it right
I went to war last night
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
follow the world, you're chosen by God, you just need to answer the call
Follow the king, and he wants my love, so I say yes I do
With God I'ma win,
even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he
Started with a dollar and a dream
We did it for the West, motherfucker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
know I'm federal property now
And this that "Federal Contraband" music, man, part three on the way ASAP
Free the whole Choppa Gang, free CMO
Certified
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