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King


Bad Boy, all my bitches into bad things
Popped the molly, now she sweating, that's that Trinidad James
Bitch, my troops'll make you move, Coupes'll make you drool
Watches, rings and chains in flavors too
Bring that Laker through, yeah, you know
That purple-colored cutty yellow, guts and shit
I've got that retarded drive, watch me yellow bust this shit
Yellow-bellied busters hate a hustler, suckah suck a dick
Suffer while I suffocate your bitch under my nuts and dick
I'm nuts, my nig in my truck I'm big, and my Coupe I'm cool
And I cut the top off like a coupon you see my Yukon new
Nigga, you conned who? You a bitch nigga like To Wong Foo
See I've got a bad bitch in the 212,
That love bad bitches and'll do one too
Ooh, one-two, one-two, mic check bitch, I love my crew, my tech
I just move onto my checks your bitch like to ooze on my chest
And move my dress to the side, nigga hit it like an abusive husband
She came ten times in a row, like damn, it's the way you be hustling
That really turn me on, really turn me on my stomach, dig me out
I know after we finish kicking it, you gon' kick me out
Bitch be out you ain't never seen no kicks this crispy out
Chicks be out to get me in that strip club throwing fifties out
Bitch we out here hustling but we ducking if that 50 out
That's that 5-0, drive slow ducking from the rivals, eyes low
From the motherfucking hydro, y'all know
I go stupid, insane get money like I'm looping this change
Your bitch could hoola-hoop with this chain
King... fuck 'em
These niggas really ain't 'bout shit,
Switch my outfit, pop my collar, damn
Every time you turn around I change, I'm like a hologram
Hold that pussy ransom until I'm dancing in them thighs
Like a genie on a carpet 'cause I'm lamping and I'm fly
I switch gears like transmissions, man listen, hoes get the gas face
'Cause I get my point across but wouldn't layup on a fast break
Hold up, wait there I go see laying up, that's a square's goal
Get it? Square's goal, that's a back board
Fuck a girl good and send her back, board
You PC, I'm a mack, boy you keep it PG, she want a Bad Boy
King...

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