King Sh*t

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Oh this a hit nigga
 With no words on it
 I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi
 I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
 Bitch bad, and she said that I can get it boy
 This a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boy
 My flow on range, my swag's insane
 And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch
 She down to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
 House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
 Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
 Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
 Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
 I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
 You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
 My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
 I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
 But my flow just like an instrument
 Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
 Hating is a disease, pussy where they do that?
 ♪
 L.A. Reid cut the check for me
 King shit and you know what it is
 Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
 But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
 Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
 I got racks all in my cargo pants
 Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
 If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
 My diamond dancing in 3D nigga
 Like a vegas strip when you see me, nigga
 Your money wrong and my money long
 And I'm playing with it like PE nigga
 Real nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
 I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
 In the carpet up under my car
 And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
 And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
 Shawty, they taught me everything I know
 I do whip it, who could care to dip it
 Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city
 Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'
 We turnt to the max that's a motherfucking fact
 I'm a real nigga, fuck these rappers
 Door up, doors down
 When I'm in the club, bitch it's going down
 Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
 Down, down, shawty fuckin head down
 I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
 Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
 Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down
 This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me,(Who?)
 The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
 Shorty open her legs up happily
 I ball hard like an athlete
 Young black nigga in a big white phantom
 Nigga, I look like a referee nigga
 They blowing the whistle they telling
 I do the clam I'm chilling
 This bitch turned up making rain
 When I'm in the club you yellin
 They talk about these Bentley's that Im gettin on the daily
 One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
 I'ma real nigga till the death of me
 Never sing a song like a parakeet
 50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
 I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinx trunk
 Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to whip a brick up, uh!
 
 Oh this a hit nigga
 With no words on it
 I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi
 I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
 Bitch bad, and she said that I can get it boy
 This a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boy
 My flow on range, my swag's insane
 And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch
 She down to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
 House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
 Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
 Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
 Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
 I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
 You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
 My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
 I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
 But my flow just like an instrument
 Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
 Hating is a disease, pussy where they do that?
 ♪
 L.A. Reid cut the check for me
 King shit and you know what it is
 Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
 But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
 Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
 I got racks all in my cargo pants
 Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
 If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
 My diamond dancing in 3D nigga
 Like a vegas strip when you see me, nigga
 Your money wrong and my money long
 And I'm playing with it like PE nigga
 Real nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
 I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
 In the carpet up under my car
 And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
 And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
 Shawty, they taught me everything I know
 I do whip it, who could care to dip it
 Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city
 Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'
 We turnt to the max that's a motherfucking fact
 I'm a real nigga, fuck these rappers
 Door up, doors down
 When I'm in the club, bitch it's going down
 Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
 Down, down, shawty fuckin head down
 I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
 Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
 Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down
 This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me,(Who?)
 The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
 Shorty open her legs up happily
 I ball hard like an athlete
 Young black nigga in a big white phantom
 Nigga, I look like a referee nigga
 They blowing the whistle they telling
 I do the clam I'm chilling
 This bitch turned up making rain
 When I'm in the club you yellin
 They talk about these Bentley's that Im gettin on the daily
 One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
 I'ma real nigga till the death of me
 Never sing a song like a parakeet
 50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
 I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinx trunk
 Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to whip a brick up, uh!
 

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156 BPM

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