Lyrics:
your own throne, yes
Me a the king and a me a wear di crown, yeah
Twenty gals live ina mi house, yeah
Woman a lick mi like a honey comb, yeah
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
We're raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings
The king will be praised, and hell will be raised
a stiffy, I'm fuckin' that ho for the low
Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto
I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
right now (Uh)
Run the pack out right now (Ya yahh)
Run the pack out right now (Ay)
We can bring the racks out now (Racks out)
We can bring
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in
'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed
Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice
And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice
Yes, I
in
Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead
Risk the game by taking dares with "yes"
Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two
And nature's game once more begins
Yeah, here we go like
Yes yes ya'll
To the beat ya'll
Ain't no sleep ya'll
To the break of dawn
Five
Now I can't wait, I won't wait
So take me by my arms and rock me baby
Cuz I'mma always and forever be yo lady
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex
on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby
devil
Run devil run
I got somethin' make the devil go away
I've been dancin' all night and day
Holy Ghost filled with fire
Look out devil we got
Rasta man we na run rat race
Hail up the king of kings with grace
Give Jah all you thanks and praise
Guide my fortune and my fame
Never sell out just
the pick and roll we ball hard for sho
Let em know
Run up a check my nigga
Run a check
Run us a check my nigga
Run a check
Run me a check my nigga
Run
the pick and roll we ball hard for sho
Let em know
Run up a check my nigga
Run a check
Run us a check my nigga
Run a check
Run me a check my nigga
Run
And nature's game once more begins
Yeah, here we go like
Yes yes ya'll
To the beat ya'll
Ain't no sleep ya'll
To the break of dawn
Five
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
like chocolates the funk, baby
When they ask us what we want (the funk)
We want the funk!
Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
Where Brooklyn at? (I
run run for the money
I gat my hands in the air
All of my homies on check
We hustling days and days
Dj S-Naira pls sign up some cheques
Something
Uzi (yeah)
Pink Tape
Lil Uzi
(Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
Yeah
I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (what?)
Yes, I'm
Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel
Said she love Tupac but hates some LL
Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings
She can take a prince,
you're kinda hearin' this
Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked
Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
Baby, 'cause I'm famous!
Nope, I
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