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The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my

cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip

Zaka a se flopo manyora baby girl mpotse ke go tlele something
On me baby girl it's on me
On me baby girl it's on me

Kili-king-king kukhal’ ikol-koti

but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
Look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners

Right Now and Later On

Fabolous

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners

Even

real proper, king shit, til they deaded
In between the lines of each rhyme
Is the same saying
Will you remember me?
Am I just a moment for few

ca ma format
Teng famm e fam ma loc stann can affamat
O ben ra me s'è tenut semp distant
So felic sul quand cant
Piccrill c fa pass ra gigant

say they borrowing
Library of a lower king when they notice me
Prove to me you do see a legend when I'm lowering
Like I'm Norma Jean and I can't get

I know I should be writing but my brain constantly goin' blank
Thought by now I would be flyin' but I crashed and then I sank
Thought they had me

work when you in love with her
Even back in high school niggas knew that I'd never be a struggler
Most likely to succeed you shoulda nominated me, King

You go to hard, you too radical eh
You do too much, you too biblical eh
Rare like me, yeah mythological eh
Jesus My king, Nothings impossible eh

it on me never putting the ink down
The king crowned
Yeah, here I go
Boutta crush ya whole album, fee-fi-fo
Like Akademiks or Feefo n'um
If you see me

plats, enkelt, gjorde det king-size

Aldrig vart en inne kille även om jag äter nice, och kläderna är designs, 
Har fått skiten, inte här för hype, boss på

won’t listen bruh
I’m doing me aint to time to come chill with ya

It’s the motherfucking King in the bitch
And nobody see me out because I been

Changing my status
The spirit I keep
I'm a still a Christian
Don't worry bout me
Where is the album
It drop in a week
Struggling Christian's
Hide and go seek

Make Love

Gucci Mane

Make Love

2017

Uh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love

King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground

Pray voor m'n family
Pray voor m'n label m'n company dat is NVC

Ben ik niet de beste wie kan me dan nu vertellen wie
Famous maar leef on the low

by a brick wall
King Ghost yeah we're gonna make him fall
Just kidding, yo
You know I got him real weak in the knees
Taking him out so you call me

N-E-G-U-S
KING, ROYALTY
N-E-G-U-S
BLACK SKIN
WE GOT THE JAZZ
WE GOT THE MELANIN

[Verse 2]
If one day I got a daughter I don't wanna see her suffer
You

on
Weatherman watch storms
Cali King Rakaa with a crown
But it got thorns

"Y'all hear me?", "I spit it clearly"
"Time is money, got no time to waste minutes"

Why You Hate the Game

Nas

Doctor's Advocate

2006

Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high

I could be anything 
I wanted many things 
Stand by me like Ben E. King
I feed the people like denny's 
I look at the menu and i order everything

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