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 It's the King » Lyrics [+ Pievienot +] |
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1. _ Propane
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2. _ Bitch Who
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3. _ Uh Huh
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4. _ Miss Me
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5. _ Out Me Dog
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6. _ Just Like Them
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7. _ Let My Beat Pound
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8. _ Get Dat
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9. _ Act Like It
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10. _ Hero
Konvict music
Grand hustle movement
you know what this is partner
yeah
(akon) (chorus)
We get it poppin on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See I've never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger then neno
Just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
(t.i.)
Just to make sure he don't get it clear like pallegreeno
From asceno to a kilo imma neighborhood hero
They be talking love but they ain't never seen a key though
Never chop them 63's down to triple 0
Hate on me so much but I'm what you wanna be though
Might of went triple platinum but you never been a g though
I keep the 50 with me tote it round like it legal
Fly like a segal, ride around with 3 girls
Keep it pimpin with me you know you don't want to see those
So what we can meet up you get your ass beat up
The reason people honor me the reason why you under me
You don't believe we run the streets well come and see nigga
(akon) (chorus)
We get it poppin on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See I've never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger then neno
Just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
(t.i.)
I'm the man that's apparent even when I'm running errands
Got to beat a mcClaren on what I'm wearing got em staring
Bitches I share em if the in my hair em
They ain't getting high well I don't go near em
Nigga wanna die tell him buck I dare em
I ain't gonna spare em homie I'm gonna tear em
Apart from his heart to his ass swear to god
Give a fuck about his partner give a damn about a charge
I take it to far pull up where ever you are
Empty clips in your new car
Picture you dead a zoom off
Admit it you lost probly cause shawty to raw
You flaw ayy tell em how we do dawg
(akon) (chorus)
We get it poppin on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See I've never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger then neno
Just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
(akon)
Got a box of ammo that I rarely use
9 millimeter that shine like shoes
Hope the day never come where a nigga have to
Let it go on the bust and hope it ain't you
Cause I be on deck on the grind like sex
Taking over local city street like feds
Breaking down ever nickel, every dime,every brick
Down to the last dollar I mean every bit
(akon) (chorus)x2
We get it poppin on site
I'm sure you already know my steno
See I've never been a buster just a true hustler
My squad is lethal
Come with the right price
I can make you look bigger then neno
Just put a gun in your hand let you ride with the man cause imma motherfucking hero
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11. _ It Ain't Thme
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12. _ Players Lifestyle
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13. _ Swagger Like Us [Remix]
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14. _ Dead Ass Wrong
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15. _ I'm Comin Out
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16. _ I Know You Miss Me
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17. _ Whatever You Like [Remix]
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18. _ Ain't I [Remix]
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19. _ Swing Ya Rag
Whoo! Whoo!
Swizzy
Need y'all t take y'all rags out man
T.I.
And let it swang
Swang
Swang
Swang
Let it swang
Swang
Swang
[Chorus: x2]
Alright (alright) okay (okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in the air
Swang!
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubber bands 'round big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad (come on)
We in the club holmes getting our thug on
Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on
We bought the bars out and brought the cars out
I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out
When it dark out get the squad out
We ball hard sucka' nigga eat ya heart out (sucka' nigga)
I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag
[Chorus: x2]
I say whoa kimosabe big balling is my hobby
I'm bopping while I'm walking rag falling out my pocket
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall) talking to a broad (broad)
She follow me and Gucci and I taught her how to ball (ball)
Three pair of shoes four shirts six rags
Chick said dag that's more in my bag
Shorty I can show you how to spend this bread real fast
Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
Silk scarf hanging out of my jeans
Nah homie I ain't thinkin' I'm just doin' my thing
[Chorus: x2]
I took some time off and now I'm back y'all
You in the line at the club I'm in the back dog
And when this song on ballers peel stacks off
And make it rain on them broads watch the stacks fall
And pull your rag out and wave it left, right
Let it sag wit ya pants get ya swag just right
Ride Bankhead flare flying out the Benz
Once a fool wit it we gonna bring 'em out again
[Chorus: x2]
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