Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King, artist - Jacquees. Date of issue: 07.11.2019
Song language: English
King |
| You know I got a pimple on my, my chin |
| I’ma bust that **** later (Trauma Tone) |
| But |
| I just wanna let everybody know that I’m the king of R&B right now |
| For this generation (No cap, no cap) |
| I understand who done came and who done did that and that and that |
| But now it’s my turn |
| Jacquees the king of R&B, I just heard him say it |
| And I, I been feelin' like that |
| ATL, let’s get it, I’m the new king of R&B |
| Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to all the kings before me, all the greats |
| Felt like Tip, ridin' on 24s when my debut hit the stands (Uh-huh, skrrt) |
| Used to be ridin' Mustang but I know that Lambo' was in the plan (I'ma get me a |
| motherfuckin' Lambo', nigga) |
| Nine years old, karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson hand (Yeah, |
| shout out my mama, for real) |
| Singing, «I want you back,» 'cause my girl knowin' one day I’ll be the man |
| (Uh-huh, yeah, c’mon) |
| Grandma put me on my first flight, now I’m in the UK with American bands (No |
| cap, yeah, and I fly private) |
| If you a big dawg, book me in your city, I shut it down, you become the man (I |
| done proved this shit already) |
| You can count on me, I knew one day I’d get it (Yeah) |
| Shuttin' shit down, now I’m the king of the city (No cap) |
| Every day, a star is born (That's a fact) |
| And if we talkin' kings, there’s more than one (On God) |
| You should clap for 'em |
| Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey |
| You should clap for 'em |
| Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap) |
| You should clap for 'em |
| Clap for 'em |
| 'Cause I’ma clap for 'em (Yeah) |
| Clap, clap (Uh), clap (King), clap (Huh) |
| Kill a nigga for the time that he looked at you |
| I’ll be there when you’re throwing that, that too |
| Put your ass in the air, I’ma kiss that, boo |
| Your girl over there, I’ma hit that too |
| Get Kama Sutra freaky sex |
| Doggy style, missionary |
| Bless the day I met you |
| Can’t go nowhere, ain’t gon' let you, uh-uh |
| Top off |
| In convertible, that Birkin ain’t no knockoff |
| Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I’m a player |
| Ain’t no million, then we don’t compare |
| Like Nas said, it ain’t hard for you to tell, yeah |
| From the west side of Atlanta |
| Change the street name, it don’t matter |
| I say Bankhead, I mean my hood |
| Where I grew up, fuck that cracker |
| No, I don’t go to Stone Mountain 'cause that statue on the side |
| A reminder of that time when we survived genocide, damn |
| You should clap for 'em |
| Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey |
| You should clap for 'em |
| Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) |
| Clap for 'em (Clap) |
| You should clap for 'em |
| Clap for 'em |
| 'Cause I’ma clap for 'em |
| Clap, clap, clap, clap |
| King shit, let’s get it |