Joey Trap - The King lyrics
[Joey Trap - The King lyrics]
Ah, mm king of this shit, nigga
(R4diant made this one)
Big 33, got a big 33, got a
(Ayo Tasso, make a beat) ayy, ayy
Big 33, got a big 33, it's a coffin (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm the king of this shit
why everyone keep on
Claimin' the spot? Ah, ah, ah
Bitch, I'm the king of this shit
Why everyone keep on claimin' the spot?
I won't die easy, lil' bitch
'fore you touch me than
You're touching my Glock
Big 33, get a big 33, nigga, watch, pop
I got your shorty, she loosen
Her dress and her top, ayy
I tell her, "Do what I say, " I tell her
"Do what I do"
Jump the jump, baby you move when I move
I put it all on for you
Go left then right, we finna go to the bank
I told her pull out the and get shit right
We finna rob them niggas
Let's make it worse tonight
Go rob them, nigga
I got your shorty to go hit
A lick on her own man i'm talkin' to her
I make the bitch think it's her own plan
Big 33, get a big 33, now you all jammed
You was just talkin' and you was
Just flexin' with no bands
Ah, he was a pussy, I knew that already
If she happen to talk
But ain't gettin' fetty
We get to walkin' and we get to sparkin'
I'm sorry I'm petty
Been beggin', askin' for verses, my nigga
You should've been ready
I count bands, bands, bands, bands, bands
(Bands, bands)
He see the Glock and he ran, ran, ran
(Uh) , ran (Ran)
Ayy, shut the fuck up, nigga, damn
You fuckin' up all the plans
Why would I give you a chance?
Ah, I been with the shit's
I got 'em fighting Mike Vick
I been in the shit and you just a prince
Why would I love me a bitch to take
All my riches? What is this shit?
I walk around with a stick
The king of the shit, i been gettin' rich
Ayo Tasso, make a beat
(R4diant made this one)
Big 33, got a big 33, got a
(Ayo Tasso, make a beat) ayy, ayy
Big 33, got a big 33, it's a coffin (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm the king of this shit
why everyone keep on
Claimin' the spot? Ah, ah, ah
Bitch, I'm the king of this shit
Why everyone keep on claimin' the spot?
I won't die easy, lil' bitch
'fore you touch me than
You're touching my Glock
Big 33, get a big 33, nigga, watch, pop
I got your shorty, she loosen
Her dress and her top, ayy
I tell her, "Do what I say, " I tell her
"Do what I do"
Jump the jump, baby you move when I move
I put it all on for you
Go left then right, we finna go to the bank
I told her pull out the and get shit right
We finna rob them niggas
Let's make it worse tonight
Go rob them, nigga
I got your shorty to go hit
A lick on her own man i'm talkin' to her
I make the bitch think it's her own plan
Big 33, get a big 33, now you all jammed
You was just talkin' and you was
Just flexin' with no bands
Ah, he was a pussy, I knew that already
If she happen to talk
But ain't gettin' fetty
We get to walkin' and we get to sparkin'
I'm sorry I'm petty
Been beggin', askin' for verses, my nigga
You should've been ready
I count bands, bands, bands, bands, bands
(Bands, bands)
He see the Glock and he ran, ran, ran
(Uh) , ran (Ran)
Ayy, shut the fuck up, nigga, damn
You fuckin' up all the plans
Why would I give you a chance?
Ah, I been with the shit's
I got 'em fighting Mike Vick
I been in the shit and you just a prince
Why would I love me a bitch to take
All my riches? What is this shit?
I walk around with a stick
The king of the shit, i been gettin' rich
Ayo Tasso, make a beat