Lyrics to King Pt 5
This go with them triple golds and Vogues that tippie toe
Trunk lips that pucker up, they kiss no mistletoe
I flexed the dash, fishbowled the glass, headrest the screen
Block out the sun, tint ten percent, highbeam my beams
Hakeem my dream, taking off like a rocket
Peep those petty perpetrators always picking for pockets
Played it patient, went from paper plates to paper deposits
Now we praying our people profit ‘cause thеy see how we poppin’
Orville Redеnbacher, keep a titty knocker and a pussy popper
Politicking with my playa partners over shrimp and lobster
Master chefing, watch me feed the family, bitch I’m Gordon Ramsay
Sear the salmon, put the lemon squeeze, that’s far from Manwich
Recipe for the best of G [?]
Michelin Star and tuna tartare, bitch it’s best you keep out
Of this kitchen, ‘member when there was no pot to piss in
Now we like [?] elevated, Soulja Boy, nigga we made it
Out the trenches, back when all of my britches had muddy water in them
Now I call the stylist from the island to go and cop the denim
Now the old school pull up like baby hairs on yo shawty temple
Made rocket science out of flying, that shit super simple
Get the bag, buy the tag and pull up on swangs
Finish yo drank, [?] pilot and get on the plane
[?] car, shake up the stars and cut up the bang
Fuck with a chick that’ll suck on the dick and don’t care ‘bout a stain
Gotta blot that shit, talking coke and baking soda how I had to lock that shit
Thanos couldn’t stop that shit
Even if he snappin', bitch there ain’t a multiverse out chea that I ain’t slabbin’
Actin’ bad and on the ave and godly flow and titans clashing
Superseding all the Maddens, couldn’t touch down better
I’m fuckin’ off in real time, you down bad in the Meta
You so called ballin’ [?] ain’t no games played on yo schedule
I’m gettin’ top by two bops, I’m all for double headers, that’s a win-win
Been king since most of y’all was in high chairs talkin’ din din
I chill with my dogs more than The Adventures of Tintin
There ain’t a corner from here to the moon that I can’t bend bend
This here God gifting, naw you can’t blend in
Trunk lips that pucker up, they kiss no mistletoe
I flexed the dash, fishbowled the glass, headrest the screen
Block out the sun, tint ten percent, highbeam my beams
Hakeem my dream, taking off like a rocket
Peep those petty perpetrators always picking for pockets
Played it patient, went from paper plates to paper deposits
Now we praying our people profit ‘cause thеy see how we poppin’
Orville Redеnbacher, keep a titty knocker and a pussy popper
Politicking with my playa partners over shrimp and lobster
Master chefing, watch me feed the family, bitch I’m Gordon Ramsay
Sear the salmon, put the lemon squeeze, that’s far from Manwich
Recipe for the best of G [?]
Michelin Star and tuna tartare, bitch it’s best you keep out
Of this kitchen, ‘member when there was no pot to piss in
Now we like [?] elevated, Soulja Boy, nigga we made it
Out the trenches, back when all of my britches had muddy water in them
Now I call the stylist from the island to go and cop the denim
Now the old school pull up like baby hairs on yo shawty temple
Made rocket science out of flying, that shit super simple
Get the bag, buy the tag and pull up on swangs
Finish yo drank, [?] pilot and get on the plane
[?] car, shake up the stars and cut up the bang
Fuck with a chick that’ll suck on the dick and don’t care ‘bout a stain
Gotta blot that shit, talking coke and baking soda how I had to lock that shit
Thanos couldn’t stop that shit
Even if he snappin', bitch there ain’t a multiverse out chea that I ain’t slabbin’
Actin’ bad and on the ave and godly flow and titans clashing
Superseding all the Maddens, couldn’t touch down better
I’m fuckin’ off in real time, you down bad in the Meta
You so called ballin’ [?] ain’t no games played on yo schedule
I’m gettin’ top by two bops, I’m all for double headers, that’s a win-win
Been king since most of y’all was in high chairs talkin’ din din
I chill with my dogs more than The Adventures of Tintin
There ain’t a corner from here to the moon that I can’t bend bend
This here God gifting, naw you can’t blend in
