TGOD808, Freddie Gibbs - New Kings lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[TGOD808, Freddie Gibbs - New Kings lyrics]
Slammin', when I hit you up
I'm talkin 'bout bangin' something
Chill off in your crib and have a thing
Probably make it stank or somethin'
Girl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail
Pay for my lawyer
Play your position when them other
Hoes get out of order
When you wanna give me that pussy?
You purchase a plane ticket
Run around town when I bust her down
They want shit like them lames did it
Got her dick whipped
My dick smeared with lipstick
Basically if this bitch lay with
Me, she payin' me, i'm on some pimp shit
For real, it's 2 AM
Club was 'bout to close up
Thumbing through my contacts bout' to call
One of my hoes up then I met you
Kicked game and followed you
To the breakfast spot
Fucked you like I married you that
Night up in the Marriot
Screaming like you got your cherry popped
Fucking, switching up positions
Thought this shit would never stop
Motherfuck an intermission
Damn! (Here we are again)
Here we go again, baby
Sleepin' with pistols under my pillow
We wake and bake, she up naked
Twistin' up cigarillos
I beat that Thursday night
And Friday morning, off to work she go
Time to take that walk, just take this dick
Don't take it personal
Your friends probably gonna call you a ho
What you trippin' on?
Them bitches want a grip from the
Same dick you be sitting on
And your girl Monique
She be hitting me when her nigga gone
Trying to buy some weed
She proceed with nothing but Vicky's on
Nothing but ass and titties
But I let that ass convince me
Took it in that, hit that
Wish I could say it was accidentally
Like I stepped on a banana peel
And fell in that pussy
Y'all niggas be spending all kind of
Scrill to get in that pussy
And she cop a seven every Friday
Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as
I pulled up out the drive-way
For real (Here we are again)
Here we go again, back in yo' pussy, nigga
You know what I'm saying?
I'm talkin 'bout bangin' something
Chill off in your crib and have a thing
Probably make it stank or somethin'
Girl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail
Pay for my lawyer
Play your position when them other
Hoes get out of order
When you wanna give me that pussy?
You purchase a plane ticket
Run around town when I bust her down
They want shit like them lames did it
Got her dick whipped
My dick smeared with lipstick
Basically if this bitch lay with
Me, she payin' me, i'm on some pimp shit
For real, it's 2 AM
Club was 'bout to close up
Thumbing through my contacts bout' to call
One of my hoes up then I met you
Kicked game and followed you
To the breakfast spot
Fucked you like I married you that
Night up in the Marriot
Screaming like you got your cherry popped
Fucking, switching up positions
Thought this shit would never stop
Motherfuck an intermission
Damn! (Here we are again)
Here we go again, baby
Sleepin' with pistols under my pillow
We wake and bake, she up naked
Twistin' up cigarillos
I beat that Thursday night
And Friday morning, off to work she go
Time to take that walk, just take this dick
Don't take it personal
Your friends probably gonna call you a ho
What you trippin' on?
Them bitches want a grip from the
Same dick you be sitting on
And your girl Monique
She be hitting me when her nigga gone
Trying to buy some weed
She proceed with nothing but Vicky's on
Nothing but ass and titties
But I let that ass convince me
Took it in that, hit that
Wish I could say it was accidentally
Like I stepped on a banana peel
And fell in that pussy
Y'all niggas be spending all kind of
Scrill to get in that pussy
And she cop a seven every Friday
Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as
I pulled up out the drive-way
For real (Here we are again)
Here we go again, back in yo' pussy, nigga
You know what I'm saying?