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点击复制King motherf**ker
Ay yo some of y'all b***hes be motherf**kin' speeding and talking out of turn
You need to slow the f**k down and hold up man
Ay yo Trae The Truth get at these *s c'mon
I am king you know what it is
B***h came up to me she said who you is
You know what I had to tell her
I said I'm Diddy b***h
I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes
Yellin' where them haters at Ain't nothin' changed
Still talkin' white bricks c*****e
In the club with a hundred racks I'm just sayin'
Yeah b***h I'm like hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Yeah wait a minute b***h
Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
Yeah I'm just sayin'
I'm just sayin' hold up
California 'rari b***h top just fold up
B***h with an attitude Michael Kors polo
Top'll get to poppin' make 'em freeze up like a photo
Nightmares 'bout the feds smellin' like Hermes
Black with a check now you Cortez
The exorcist b***h when I roll it turn heads
You see me in these streets on these beats
With them h*es of the kitchen
A p***y b***h think different p***y b***h trippin'
It's Jizzle from the bottom die a legend out this b***h
I get to whippin' up that fo' and get a second out that b***h
King of the streets twin drops I'm storin'
B***h I ball for the city just like my last name Horton
So much green inside the trunk it should've stayed in the garden
All I do is pay the price I never ask what they chargin'
I pull up on your b***h and repossess her like you owe that
Put her in a flick and and display her like she was Kodak
King motherf**ker I'm classic like I was throwback
This ain't what you want p***y b***h you better know that
Too deep in this 'rari something blowin' like Bob Marley
Hit my youngin' with a chopper tell him ride like Harley
I do this for my *s in the city of the slow s**t
Well they pulled up and they bang something
Them laws come we don't know s**t
Street b***h problems we don't never duck 'em
I'm an asshole Trae forever young 'n f**k 'em
Nuts hangin' to the point it ain't nowhere to stuff 'em
I let my chain play b***h I don't ever tuck 'em
Jays in the yard Ki's in the kitchen
AKs in the closet a quarter million in the ceiling
Wonder how they never caught me
All I gotta say is pay your taxes pay your lawyer fee
People runnin' at a b***h know the b***h I got
Yeah that's above the law call it what you call it
Don't take no s**t 'cause I ain't no toilet
See me shawty you see me
I pulled up hopped out sharp as s**t
Rolls Royce so big can't park the s**t
You ain't 'bout that life quit startin' s**t
Cause we ain't gon' wanna hear that ol' siren s**t
Ay yo ABN
Trae The Truth
Kings baby
I got stadium place b***hes
And I ain't just talkin' to women neither