[Intro:] Ye Ye Ye [x3] [Verse:] Sorry to tell ya but you don't do it like the dude I think You need a ladder or astep stool My rhymes hot but the girls
of my fans Now shout out shout out shout out shout out Wattup nigggaz Yee Mixtape before the mixtape Hatters this mixtapes for you Shit nigga I do me King k king k
[Intro:] Yeah King King King K You niggaz ain't ready for this, You know Mixtape before the mixtape Common [x3] I'm a goon Bow [Verse 1:] Kingks the
Yeah Yeah The Mixtape befor the mixtape You Know how we do this my nigga Yee digg DJ Keezy I Gotchya Yeah this songs called untitled Got enough lyrics
is this is for the hatters, And the fans u no Thank you For makin me who I am today Yee digg that You know who it is ya'll know who I be King ks the
[Intro:] You know who it is Ya'll rappers ain't doin it like this Yee you know who it is Ya'll rappers ain't doin it like this (DJ Keezy) [Verse 1:]
ain't stoppin I could find any beat, you know streets gone jump up on it Naija gone but you no that he still ballin We da shit and we ain't gettin flushed They ask bout king k
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk In This Bitch, Get Drunk In This Bitch, Get Drunk In This Bitch (Let's Go)(Eh), K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk
Come and f with me I really want it You girl I really wanna know Your name Come and f to me I really wanna meat you girl I really wanna know your name
lion style, ohh ohh ohhhh [Chorus:] You can call me Mufasa (yeah) Cause I must be the Lion King (I must be the Lion King) Or maybe Tarzan From the way
ain't no money around, round, round What's a king without a crown? (Time's a wasting) What's a car without some sound? (Don't you take your time, young man) [Verse 1: Big K
I used to wake up in the morning with an aching head. I couldn't remember anything I'd said. My friends told me I was getting out of line. If it wasn
Ayyy! Yee-hah! Here's one with your father's moustache, your old cookie jar, rubbers, sneakers, galoshes, belt buckles, and book covers with the name
We seek the Son of God We seek the Risen Lord We seek the King of kings The Savior of the world We give our lives to You We choose to follow You We believe
On veut croire ce qu'on voit Un autre qu'on est pas On est la Tel qu'il faut paraitre Pour des gens qu'on n'aime pas Qui nous tire vers le bas Qui se
lookey So fuck new friends unless they stay solo Cause who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo? Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him The king
standin up for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like
Set to high no callin the rerevulationary youths dam marley alongside k'naan gunpowder philosipher what some boy feel like peppop huh i made the list