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Deniro Farrar - King Lyrics




[ Featuring Trent the HOOLiGAN ]

Miss me with that wack assTrash assIon give a rats assWhat be on your body mfI been in a old assCold asscin't no heat or air passin through this big body mfTell your peoples meet me in lobby mfWith a bag of fettuccini Cold cash mfI'm too godly not to get the f*ckin bag mfNo more sitting on my ass being sad mfLet's get this straight I play no gamesF*ck out my faceOooh yo breath stankI got no timeDon't be sublimecin't no bush for you to beat around today mf On the gang

Soul food nigga come and get a plate This that Music for your spirt come and get a taste F*ck a carbon copy boy I'm bout to innovate Liberated soldier nigga watch me demonstrate

O you just bought a Lamborghini Well i just got a asslum like afeni Extra veggies don't put cheese on my panini Only time i f*ck wit meat is when I'm beefing these Niggas mad cuz they hungry bitch we eating F*ck in private but in public we ain't speaking Had to come to cut some nigga off cuz they leaching Got all that power but ain't practice what you preaching How you your brother keeperBut ain't there whenever they need ya Beam on them 40' scratch the numbers off of the side Skeed up for the himicide in a rental car when when we slideHeat seeking bullets Won't do you no good to hideMediating my power back them people told us lies Them niggas there bitch made i can see it in they eyes Wolf in sheep clothing The devil come in disguise I see you look surprised You living but not alive My nigga don't pay ties but he loyal to the 5 slat Loin from the jungleWhat you call that If you ever wrote a statement That's what we call rat Liberated educated that's what you call black
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Miss me with that wack assTrash assIon give a rats assWhat be on your body mfI been in a old assCold asscin't no heat or air passin through this big body mfTell your peoples meet me in lobby mfWith a bag of fettuccini Cold cash mfI'm too godly not to get the f*ckin bag mfNo more sitting on my ass being sad mfLet's get this straight I play no gamesF*ck out my faceOooh yo breath stankI got no timeDon't be sublimecin't no bush for you to beat around today mf On the gang

Soul food nigga come and get a plate This that Music for your spirt come and get a taste F*ck a carbon copy boy I'm bout to innovate Liberated soldier nigga watch me demonstrate

O you just bought a Lamborghini Well i just got a asslum like afeni Extra veggies don't put cheese on my panini Only time i f*ck wit meat is when I'm beefing these Niggas mad cuz they hungry bitch we eating F*ck in private but in public we ain't speaking Had to come to cut some nigga off cuz they leaching Got all that power but ain't practice what you preaching How you your brother keeperBut ain't there whenever they need ya Beam on them 40' scratch the numbers off of the side Skeed up for the himicide in a rental car when when we slideHeat seeking bullets Won't do you no good to hideMediating my power back them people told us lies Them niggas there bitch made i can see it in they eyes Wolf in sheep clothing The devil come in disguise I see you look surprised You living but not alive My nigga don't pay ties but he loyal to the 5 slat Loin from the jungleWhat you call that If you ever wrote a statement That's what we call rat Liberated educated that's what you call black
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Writer: AARON GOMEZ, DENIRO FARRAR, JOSEPH HODGES, TRENT THE HOOLIGAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave


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