Crown
Aye my nigga I'm kinda geekin' dawg
She cute as shit, aye
She move her shit
Might shoot my shit, look
No boostin' shit
I'm juiced and shit
I aint, rude but I'm that dude and shit
So, how you thinkin' I should slide
On some hard shit
On some I'll go and clear the whole boulevard shit
Or go slide on some skill shit
Chill shit
Make her laugh a lil' then I hit wit some real shit
Look, I'm that nigga
Why I'm thinkin' hard
I'm overthinkin' like I forgot that a nigga Charles
Dawg fuck it, I'll just go and I'll shoot
Maybe I can come and show her the truth
Like I was Errol Spence
And so I'm movin'
All the sudden I get tense, uh
I'm really hopin' she fenna drop her defense
But, I said hey
And she gave me a hey back
Got her name and a laugh
And then I left with her snap, shit
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a queen right
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a
And so I slid on her snap
Hit her with the move
And then she waited and told me that she would slide through
And so she pull up and chillin' with me
She fenna choose
And so I thought I would gon' and hit her with the truth
Said you should come and fuck with me I'll be ya' Superman
I'll outdo all them fuck niggas with stupid plans
Counterfeit trap niggas I need some toilet paper
Cause they just talkin' that shit
But they ain't 'bout it later
I'm just 'tryna explain to you how I'll lay you down
I'm just 'tryna convey to you I won't play you now
I know you hard to get
I'm 'tryna crack the code
But niggas souls be sold
Down on them southern roads
You fine wine
The one 10 with them nine 9s
And you be humble
They walking 'round like they 9 dimes
I got some juice but now don't you think that I'm Don Juan
'Tryna get old like we was rocking some Sean John
I got a lot I'm 'tryna give you
Like I'm goodwill
Niggas killin' over colors in yo' hood still
I'm just 'tryna make it out and be a king
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a queen though
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a queen right
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a
She cute as shit, aye
She move her shit
Might shoot my shit, look
No boostin' shit
I'm juiced and shit
I aint, rude but I'm that dude and shit
So, how you thinkin' I should slide
On some hard shit
On some I'll go and clear the whole boulevard shit
Or go slide on some skill shit
Chill shit
Make her laugh a lil' then I hit wit some real shit
Look, I'm that nigga
Why I'm thinkin' hard
I'm overthinkin' like I forgot that a nigga Charles
Dawg fuck it, I'll just go and I'll shoot
Maybe I can come and show her the truth
Like I was Errol Spence
And so I'm movin'
All the sudden I get tense, uh
I'm really hopin' she fenna drop her defense
But, I said hey
And she gave me a hey back
Got her name and a laugh
And then I left with her snap, shit
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a queen right
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a
And so I slid on her snap
Hit her with the move
And then she waited and told me that she would slide through
And so she pull up and chillin' with me
She fenna choose
And so I thought I would gon' and hit her with the truth
Said you should come and fuck with me I'll be ya' Superman
I'll outdo all them fuck niggas with stupid plans
Counterfeit trap niggas I need some toilet paper
Cause they just talkin' that shit
But they ain't 'bout it later
I'm just 'tryna explain to you how I'll lay you down
I'm just 'tryna convey to you I won't play you now
I know you hard to get
I'm 'tryna crack the code
But niggas souls be sold
Down on them southern roads
You fine wine
The one 10 with them nine 9s
And you be humble
They walking 'round like they 9 dimes
I got some juice but now don't you think that I'm Don Juan
'Tryna get old like we was rocking some Sean John
I got a lot I'm 'tryna give you
Like I'm goodwill
Niggas killin' over colors in yo' hood still
I'm just 'tryna make it out and be a king
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a queen though
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a queen right
Can you tell me what's a crown on my head without a
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Writer(s): Charles Huff
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