Joey Bada$$, XXXTENTACION - King's Dead (Freestyle) letra de (lyrics)

Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest Under-30 on
The Forbes list (That Forbes list)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out
(Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress
(That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks
Bitch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret
(Secret) you niggas worried 'bout the crown
Worried 'bout the crown (Worried) fuck it
You can tell them clowns they can keep it
(They can keep it)

At 17 I made six figures (yeah)
Immature young rich nigga (What else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (Sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
'Cause they wanna feed off my energy
(yeah, yeah) lyrically no one ahead of me
I could die today, still leave a legacy
That you can't ever be
Put that on everything, this is my destiny
It was all meant to be
Fuck is you tellin' me?
You ain't 'bout nothin'
With my niggas, we flexin' and stuntin'
'Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin'
Play your card 'cause we
Know that you bluffin' (yeah, hey)
I got two cars, nigga, two cribs
Big body and a little Benz
Triplex on my own land
And I paid bills before a grown man
(That's right)
That's on my mama, stackin' plenty commas
Got good karma like the Dalai Lama (yeah)
I'm tailor made for this, buy designer
Bitch, I'm the nigga, just to remind you
Yeah (Hey)

To remind you, to remind you black Power
Just to remind you

Yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a nigga lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside nigga, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a nigga run, man
(Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a dick pic, uh
Got that bitch all on my dick tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that bitch out, she indifferent, uh
Feel a nigga mind, see a nigga grind
Fuckin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these niggas
Fightin' birds in the damn sky
'cause I'm damn fly–

Ayy, ayy Joey, ayy Joey
I'm just i'm just gon' stop rapping
I'm just gon' stop rapping right now
On this song
Not i mean, not in not in, in general
But just on this song 'cause
You slumped out? I ain't yeah
I ain't tryna i ain't
Tryna destroy these niggas sike!

Ayy, grind on my dick like a Ripstik, uh
My body count is like 60, uh
Your bitch on me, she need CPR
I fucked that bitch right on DVR
I slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
I sucked her toes, yes I'm freaky, yes
Caught a grand theft just like GTA
If he talk shit, watch me beat him, ayy
Hop on that beat and I beat the A
Work-work-work, shout out to RiRi, ayy
Keep a blade on me like Sasuke, uh
Shout out my nigga ImDon'tai, uh
Build to the pussy like Fortnite, uh
My dick is stuck in your whore like

Oww! ¡Cabrón! ¿Qué tú dijiste?
Bae, it's just a lyric, bae ¿Qué tú dijiste?
I'm sorry

Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest on the
30 Under Forbes list (That cashin' out)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out
(Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress
(That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks
Bitch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret
(Secret) you niggas worried 'bout the crown
Worried 'bout the crown (Worried) fuck it
You can tell them clowns they can keep it
(They can keep it)