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Crown the Kings

Crown the Kings

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作詞 Daryl "DJ Durel" McPherson

作曲 Daryl "DJ Durel" McPherson

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Fuck it, crown the king You dig? You know know what I mean? Fuck it, crown the king Been truffle for the queen G.I.A, my rings G.I. Joe, my team Fuck what you mean Fuck what you mean Talking too cheap Like money and green Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Nigga might think you FED's the way you snap pictures Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas Get what you earn when you ride with pistols Trigger, finger, itching, itching RIP to Pistol Pete She hit that line, London Fletcher Fish bowl, wrist swimming on the fish Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat I batted the bat Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins) I do all stunts, I kick like a football punt You wanna talk loans? I made three mil this month You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none Fuck it, crown the kings We're living the dream Crown the kings Living the dream Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Drown the ice with medicine Drown your bitch with the skeleton I'm on the stove cooking elements The skies the limit, I'm heaven-sent Dripping the flies, a pelican Buy me a zoo, I got elephants They saucy, these niggas not relevant They copy the bros and it's evident Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat My soul devoted Bank loans are loaded Cash out, no notice Rolls Royce came with a chauffeur Stick in the couch and the sofa Five Karat in my ear, it's bolted Hand me the fine smoke Me and my bitches like B and Hova Go do a show in the 'Sota Stash the 100's they mowed up Fuck on your bitch til' she throw up Stick to the code, don't fold up Boujee bitch, her nose up Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap Hundred round drums, cold cuts Fuck it, crown the kings We're living the dream Crown the kings Living the dream Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em I got every drug that start with a letter Chickens is tender With her she said I'm "like Souja Boy the way you tell em" Breakin' and enter Free all my nigga locked up in the cell, no cellular I'm special, but first I was regular For the the feds, I free my nigga, federal Couple cameras and some decimals I'ma feed 'em to the animals I let 'em play in the back with them loudly Ti'l he run out of the stamina I told him "he stealing" he told me I'm lying I told him I got him on camera Act like I wanna make millions with ya Just to get hit and your manager Fuck it, crown the kings Crown the kings Fuck it, crown the kings
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