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Silver King Video (MV)




Performed By: Argo Moto
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: John Rodriguez




Argo Moto - Silver King Lyrics
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Yea, yea, yea.
Aye.
I don't really f*ck with my bitch anymore, but her kid kinda cool so I'm sticking around.
Told that bitch out when I bending her over don't speak on my name less I'm digging you out.
Don't say my name less my dick in ya mouth.
Used to run game with the cvs window.
Now I'm all legal, my temper still round.
Life is a bitch and I'm paranoid now.
G32 pointed straight to ya chest.
My money count up like I'm getting my steps.
Mama, love you. So don't open the door.
I'm with paisas y payasos, we crying we blessed.
Texas dreams of mouth full of gold.
I had to learn that shit don't come easy.
OT with no PTO.
I ain't tripping I did all that shit for a reason.
(Mhmm mhmm)
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands to the sky like me like
Whoa
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands up just like me so
Whoa
I get that money that cheddar that paper that guap.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You get that money and learn how to stop.
(Mhmm mhmm)
I got all green, gas I'm going.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You gotta show, but shit you ain't showing.
Pool shark way I pocket a nine.
I'm a 6 figure bitch if I put in the work.
Climbin the ladder, don't play with ya life.
You puffing ya chest cause you weak and it hurts.
JJK with the hands.
You want to come get it, bitch I don't even need me a curse
Slide me a rack ima make you a hit.
Just shut the f*ck 'fore you make this shit worse.
Motorola one ring on the way.
(Mhmm)
This type of phone don't play.
(Mhmm)
Top of line.
(Mhmm mhmm)
Still on the mind .
(Mhmm mhmm)
Tired of all the shit that I hear, you boring you bland boy I think that it's time.
My Topo Chico I still got me a lime.
I'm Hells kitchen Silver king till I...
(Mhmm mhmm)
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands to the sky like me like
Whoa.
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands up just like me so
Whoa
I get that money that cheddar that paper that guap.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You get that money and learn how to stop.
(Mhmm mhmm)
I got all green, gas I'm going.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You gotta show, but shit you ain't showing.
Whoa.
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Yea, yea, yea.
Aye.
I don't really f*ck with my bitch anymore, but her kid kinda cool so I'm sticking around.
Told that bitch out when I bending her over don't speak on my name less I'm digging you out.
Don't say my name less my dick in ya mouth.
Used to run game with the cvs window.
Now I'm all legal, my temper still round.
Life is a bitch and I'm paranoid now.
G32 pointed straight to ya chest.
My money count up like I'm getting my steps.
Mama, love you. So don't open the door.
I'm with paisas y payasos, we crying we blessed.
Texas dreams of mouth full of gold.
I had to learn that shit don't come easy.
OT with no PTO.
I ain't tripping I did all that shit for a reason.
(Mhmm mhmm)
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands to the sky like me like
Whoa
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands up just like me so
Whoa
I get that money that cheddar that paper that guap.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You get that money and learn how to stop.
(Mhmm mhmm)
I got all green, gas I'm going.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You gotta show, but shit you ain't showing.
Pool shark way I pocket a nine.
I'm a 6 figure bitch if I put in the work.
Climbin the ladder, don't play with ya life.
You puffing ya chest cause you weak and it hurts.
JJK with the hands.
You want to come get it, bitch I don't even need me a curse
Slide me a rack ima make you a hit.
Just shut the f*ck 'fore you make this shit worse.
Motorola one ring on the way.
(Mhmm)
This type of phone don't play.
(Mhmm)
Top of line.
(Mhmm mhmm)
Still on the mind .
(Mhmm mhmm)
Tired of all the shit that I hear, you boring you bland boy I think that it's time.
My Topo Chico I still got me a lime.
I'm Hells kitchen Silver king till I...
(Mhmm mhmm)
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands to the sky like me like
Whoa.
Worried he gon grow up like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Get loud like me
(Mhmm mhmm)
Throw his hands up just like me so
Whoa
I get that money that cheddar that paper that guap.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You get that money and learn how to stop.
(Mhmm mhmm)
I got all green, gas I'm going.
(Mhmm mhmm)
You gotta show, but shit you ain't showing.
Whoa.
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Writer: John Rodriguez
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