Uh Uh
Mm
Mm
Mm
Mm
Ayo, Roney heard they said that you are the greatest one
Yup, yup they got it right and they call me King Kong
Told y'all way before nobody copy my sound
And I shut that shit down, when I run up in your town, woah
Dip, dip
Pass me my chips
Money bag drip
Face be so lit
Sip, sip
Bartender come again
What's life with no sin
Fill my cup up to the rim, uh
I dance around, yeah, yeah I moves around
King in my own right, nobody dusting off my crown
Don't it be so silly how these haters play around
Let's get that face paint, put it on you fucking clown
Who going to step to me
Yeah, who going to step me
I'm the one, not the two and I surely ain't the three
Flow got mad powers that'll bring you to knees
And I can show you how to model get the cameras out, cheese
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
Bare facts
Ain't no printer
Catch me mobbed up in the all black sprinter
About to be somewhere where there ain't no winters
And these goofy looking turtles, me the Master Splinter
They want to fight, but I ain't trying to fight
I'm too handsome for that shit, but we can get it on site
This beat is straight right
I slays it all night
You bent, you up uptight
Gravol for that gripe
Slim, slim
My body fit trim
Take you on adventures like my name was Tin, Tin
Matter fact Willy Wonka
Sweet tooth in my sugar tonka, ah
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
Wilding
They always wilding
Come through, watch me styling
I Got the people in the club steady whining
Quick, quick witted, slick with a passion
Dark skin in Christian Dior, everlasting
Only big cheques, is the cheques I be cashing
Tell me what that speed limit, Roney X dashing
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
Mm
Mm
Mm
Ayo, Roney heard they said that you are the greatest one
Yup, yup they got it right and they call me King Kong
Told y'all way before nobody copy my sound
And I shut that shit down, when I run up in your town, woah
Dip, dip
Pass me my chips
Money bag drip
Face be so lit
Sip, sip
Bartender come again
What's life with no sin
Fill my cup up to the rim, uh
I dance around, yeah, yeah I moves around
King in my own right, nobody dusting off my crown
Don't it be so silly how these haters play around
Let's get that face paint, put it on you fucking clown
Who going to step to me
Yeah, who going to step me
I'm the one, not the two and I surely ain't the three
Flow got mad powers that'll bring you to knees
And I can show you how to model get the cameras out, cheese
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
Bare facts
Ain't no printer
Catch me mobbed up in the all black sprinter
About to be somewhere where there ain't no winters
And these goofy looking turtles, me the Master Splinter
They want to fight, but I ain't trying to fight
I'm too handsome for that shit, but we can get it on site
This beat is straight right
I slays it all night
You bent, you up uptight
Gravol for that gripe
Slim, slim
My body fit trim
Take you on adventures like my name was Tin, Tin
Matter fact Willy Wonka
Sweet tooth in my sugar tonka, ah
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
Wilding
They always wilding
Come through, watch me styling
I Got the people in the club steady whining
Quick, quick witted, slick with a passion
Dark skin in Christian Dior, everlasting
Only big cheques, is the cheques I be cashing
Tell me what that speed limit, Roney X dashing
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lick it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
We bring it up
I lift it up
We bring it up
Until it uh, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Roney Lewis
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