| Bitch I’m a king and that’s that
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| Give me my green, it’s no check
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| Who come and got next
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| I’ll take you right off they chest
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| Come through and cut up ya set
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| Leave it
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| Fuck it — I have no regrets
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| What happen, what happens next?
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| These niggas fools and I know how they move
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| Make them like they bitch got the groove
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| Run in my place with that shit then you lose
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| Put that cash in her face and I bet she gon' move
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| I don’t need lyrics when I got the spirit
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| To end any nigga with meat-headed lyrics
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| Smoked like I fucked up my
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| Sometimes I just get so damn dizzy but fuck your assistance!
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| This is world is crazy but I’m crazier
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| Nigga don’t test me I will take it there
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| Fuck what you started I’ll end it from here
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| I’ve been the artist but you’ve been my juror
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| Shout out my niggas, cause this was the year
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| All embassy ain’t no
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| Pull up or shut up that’s just how I feel
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| I am immortal ain’t shit you can kill
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| Come through my portal and see how I live
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| You ain’t important so sit back and chill
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| I am so gorgeous, I don’t need your deal
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| I can brainwash the whole world if I can
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| If I keep girls on my lap
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| You ain’t prepared, then you left in a jam
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| Don’t come in
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| It ain’t that hard to see who I am…
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| Bitch I’m a king and that’s that
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| Give me my green, it’s no check
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| Who come and got next
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| I’ll take you right off they chest
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| Come through and cut up ya set
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| Leave it
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| Fuck it — I have no regrets
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| What happen, what happens next?
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| All of these niggas be buyin' from Memphis
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| But ain’t no where near, just stay in yo' distance
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| Don’t really care about your damn existence
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| But bitch you be talkin' and I don’t be listenin'
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| Fuck nigga trappin' he gon need his issue
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| Fuck all that nice shit my hard
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| You call my ride then I can prolly can’t fit you
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| I call up and hit you like «Step up your mental!» |