did change course since rippin it with Main Source Nine-one, nine-two, time flew Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule Younger frame, older
New Orleans The Rams won the Superbowl, bought myself a ring Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing Thug drinkin mo', but Don the King
his ass black out, or even pull your fuking head To make his whole crew believers, you're harder than a bitch full of dicks But that don't be sounding like King
When he put me there in the back seat, and he said Jesus save me Jesus save me Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say And he custom of destruct
told her to stand tall whet you kissed her But that's not where you were thinking... How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked
the I'll and not saying a thing Gotta get right up when the skill is incredible Death is inevitable, if you got trouble obeying the king I guess when
and the grave is dug Mean Mugs, nigga's ain't never seen love So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of green shrubs And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom
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side So he can spot the rooftops as he's fallin' from the sky He's got a king-size toy bin, locks in all the latches And a big old custom air seat with
an early bird says nightsticks on the hit parade and he ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered and you'll track him down like a dog well it's a tough customer
bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams Since I had a snotty scream Was taught to die in a red beam Never ask when I need cash I'm a customer, I snatch
to snatch the ratchet, said f**k it and f**king grabbed it I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was f**king laughing I wrestled him to the ground, tustle
Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
back on the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King
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You act like you don't wanna listen When I'm talkin' to you You think you outta do baby Anything you wanna do You must be crazy, baby You just gotta
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hundred regardless Shrimp scampy odor everytime I fork chick Trap nigga conversate with a harvard smart bitch I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a cartoon Cartoon jewlry customized
