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[feat. Lola Monroe] [Hook:] King los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings ho Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though I thank the lord every breath I take Every step I make, I'm going on for this song, nigga wishing that's my fate That's why I go go way too hard, they say I go go way too hard, go go way too hard [Verse 1:] Yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, I don't need nobody I body whole squads I bury niggas on the dark side of the moon Till the sun come up and throw a party on mars I'm outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking How do I climb, how do I climb?, Fuck I sound to get up I turn this bitch upside down Cause I get down to get up, sit down do sit ups Sit up do push ups push ups to lay back So I make money do cruches So you hate my guts when I pull up the maybach Honey said she ain't never seen a guy thorough So I got it on strength like a bicep curl Hopeed out the pussy like I gotta murk it out Sorry baby girl, itll never work out get it? Snapback, custom made fitted's Shitted on ever spectator every critic midgets never seen one quite fly SongtexteYou a pint size guy to a giant like guy, digits I throw them in the bank Bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor, her, er, and you too It ain't all about the rappers [Hook] [Verse 2:] They'll never make another me I don't even need half of me to make another you I'm coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2 I'm back like vertabrae Nigga stop fronting, you ain't even really got the guts for this Better man up nigga, I'm a tand up nigga Back rosa parks woulda got up for this, cause I get down to get up Never put the pen down to give up Now a nigga pin down the pin up it feel like I been up And ya'll niggas stuggling so when I pull up I betta feel like a chin up Down, then up, down again and I'm so nice I put down the pen Think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes Don't push up if you don't wanna play chess get it? Wear air j's ever digit and I'm the rap game Los destorying ever nigga don't knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen probably mention I'm something and the rock ain't cooking Ski mask in the booth over the cops ain't looking Tell me God ain't smiling nigga spot ain't took it My pa staying proud these niggas stay lying I was born in the jungle man these niggas ain't lions [Hook] [Verse 3: Lola Monroe] Queen bosset cause I run shit I stay dumb slick fly tell a bum tich bye Wanna come trick, why, you ain't built like that You gonna fuck and get killed like that Ole back of the race looking bitch ole wack ass drag in the face looking bitch Ole half ass No swag having ass Ho ass slow ass Last of the apes looking bitch You're styled played out like manolo boots We taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot I'll wipe this bitch! Who hype this bitch? Make me put a ho down like mike vick pit Betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash You don't really want it though send me all trash I'm from garfield Where they known to skill all rats And ride of white boy like kim kardash Get it? Christian Louboutins when I pivot It's so gross how you broke bitches in a civic I did it I'm good shit, the hoods big ticket Get off my lolipop if you ain't gonna lick it I'm wicked, ya money like beckham let's kick it, know of ya'll bitches wanna step in my district Say I ain't the truth and these bitches ain't lying! I was born in the jungle these bitvhes ain't lions I'm queen roe, queen roe [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania