African king
Got too much swag ionno wat I want
I mismatch all dis shi when I want
Pop the tag off this bit if I want it
I can pass onna bitch Ion want it
I got racks now this bitch started coming
Show in France I got hoes out in London
Show was packed had these hoes shown titties
Outta state yeah I don't miss my city city
You ain safe have a shoot out in Lenox
You diss me in my state got it litty litty
They be stealing the swag I invented vented
I got racks in these rick Owen denim denim
Had a stick in the bag and they swore I was gay
The Diors too tight might not fit up in em
Got a bitch in the back n she giving me face
Hmm ill try not to send dis picture
All theese hoes off the coke all these hoes of the yay
Yea they got blow in they face
Got this hoe on ha knees and she not tryna pray
Yea dis hoe giving me brain
And yea dis life could get surreal
Yea its like I live in a daze
My brother swiping every meal
Ion remember the last time we paid
Lil dior still don't got no deal
I might jus shoot out a v8
Hoes everywhere I got hoes showin cake
My bitch a 10 yea bit servin face
Play w her kitty
She like my nail paint
We at the Whitney
The ritz been outdated
Smoking gelato 41 got me faded
Im inna crib in da hills dis bih gated
Alla dense hoes want my dick im evading
My eyes bloodshot like im zim no invader
They see they swag bite the style onna daily
I think its cool bite my style while it pay me
Im they dad put em down like my baby
I just spent 2 thou on my baby
The moncler on her head look amazing
Give the world to this bih im debating
Got too much swag ionno what I want
I mismatch all dis shi when I want
Pop the tag off this bitch if I want it
I coulda smash on a bih if I wanna
Fly to France I got hoes out in London
I got racks I got racks n I got sum mo coming
I got hoes dropping pants by da press of a button
And dis bih pussy bald head like Joe budden
And im mixing up bailmains like im ye
If Dat boi gotta problem shoot em in his face
N my hoe gotta problem ion go on dates
Turn a hoe to a boss bitch n give her wings
N this shi not over till the fat lady sings
Imma bend ha over she don't complicate things
Stop callin me Jehovah im the African king
And she like damn Jehovah he the man of my dreams
I mismatch all dis shi when I want
Pop the tag off this bit if I want it
I can pass onna bitch Ion want it
I got racks now this bitch started coming
Show in France I got hoes out in London
Show was packed had these hoes shown titties
Outta state yeah I don't miss my city city
You ain safe have a shoot out in Lenox
You diss me in my state got it litty litty
They be stealing the swag I invented vented
I got racks in these rick Owen denim denim
Had a stick in the bag and they swore I was gay
The Diors too tight might not fit up in em
Got a bitch in the back n she giving me face
Hmm ill try not to send dis picture
All theese hoes off the coke all these hoes of the yay
Yea they got blow in they face
Got this hoe on ha knees and she not tryna pray
Yea dis hoe giving me brain
And yea dis life could get surreal
Yea its like I live in a daze
My brother swiping every meal
Ion remember the last time we paid
Lil dior still don't got no deal
I might jus shoot out a v8
Hoes everywhere I got hoes showin cake
My bitch a 10 yea bit servin face
Play w her kitty
She like my nail paint
We at the Whitney
The ritz been outdated
Smoking gelato 41 got me faded
Im inna crib in da hills dis bih gated
Alla dense hoes want my dick im evading
My eyes bloodshot like im zim no invader
They see they swag bite the style onna daily
I think its cool bite my style while it pay me
Im they dad put em down like my baby
I just spent 2 thou on my baby
The moncler on her head look amazing
Give the world to this bih im debating
Got too much swag ionno what I want
I mismatch all dis shi when I want
Pop the tag off this bitch if I want it
I coulda smash on a bih if I wanna
Fly to France I got hoes out in London
I got racks I got racks n I got sum mo coming
I got hoes dropping pants by da press of a button
And dis bih pussy bald head like Joe budden
And im mixing up bailmains like im ye
If Dat boi gotta problem shoot em in his face
N my hoe gotta problem ion go on dates
Turn a hoe to a boss bitch n give her wings
N this shi not over till the fat lady sings
Imma bend ha over she don't complicate things
Stop callin me Jehovah im the African king
And she like damn Jehovah he the man of my dreams
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