Lyrics:
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Baby girl u didn’t make the cut cause my b draft is like Megan up
(CHORUS)
King Nova: I kill like Voorhees drop top getting top on the way to uh
Come on, come on!
Let' start the battle
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
We got that raw shit
Tajai
Gib mir das Mic
King
Transcribed by mark dorset
He's gone, / he's gone. /
She wears sad jeans / torn at the waistband. /
Her pretty face / is stained with tears. /
They Switched Up, that's for real
I remember them day's we were gone on a drill
Watch who you with cause they might get you killed
Watch your
you can ejaculate
Girls are sorta rough & boys are too cheesy
Call me a kraft single I'll fondue you so easy
Only if you desire cuz consent is kings
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
them niggas in your corner hating no exaggeration
Boy no exaggeration gone and do your own thang
Live your own dream boy your your own king
I den felt
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming
Now come the wise men from out of Orient land
The King of kings
High Life, I'm coming for the hills
With my eyes cold, I'm coming for the thrill
My mind occupied by another mill
And this is my time to shine, I'm
day I'm up lookin' for a new thrill (thriller)
Shawty lookin' big mad baby just chill (ugh)
So we gone
Light it on up (yeah)
Drink it all up (yeah)
Fuck
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with Steve McQueen
Get some music by BB King
the thrill now, its already gone
Now im sittin in the back, shawty contemplating
Don't wanna feel anything, and im elevating
Lookin' at my old self, not
beaming,
With glowing hearts
By His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star
Sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men
From Orient land.
The King
you fake G's stay home
Leave that shit alone
King Tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, why'all niggas want
a puppeteer
Fuck it I'm BB King up on stage I know it isn't fair
But we kick it you run from the dojo
You was born with a lick but maneuver this world like
This is easy, believe me, my mind is too warped
I'm missing all the tools you can't find in the store
I wasn't born, I was made in a lab on the fourth
By
that I might get killed
Doing this shit for the thrill
Hoping that the beans won't spill
Emotions put on every fuckin track praying I get a deal
Even
she feel
I don't take her shopping I don't pay her bills
I don't feed her nothing I don't pay for meals
We just get it popping she gone get her thrills
O'Clock Blues and I'm In The Mood
But The Little Red Rooster crowed. The Thrill Is Gone
So Dust My Broom
I'll Be Your Back Door Man, cuz I Can't Be
Please don’t be afraid to look me in the eye
Sad time is gone I got no tears to cry
Don't say you don't know I'm right
When I say we'll get by
Ain't no
gain as much and then change
Because you famous, famous
Because you famous
Fame, claim that you now the king
Because you famous, famous
Because you
There's no end, there's no beginning
To the old man's story
Does he still remember me
From lives gone by
Oh I see his spirit rising
Upon
"The King is here!"
So I headed toward stage, to make a speech
about the new style of living I was gonna teach, uh-huh
If I ruled the world
commas
I be on a royalty thing but the only reason I'm a king is
It take a whole village, whole village, to raise a king
But now gone kill it, gone kill
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