Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crown Royal, artist - Chinx. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crown Royal |
| With a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me |
| Niggas at the top lookin' down on ya |
| Down to chop the door, with the crown on |
| Light the pot, drop the pollo in |
| Light the pot, drop the pollo in |
| Niggas on the top lookin' down on ya |
| Down to chop the door, with the crown on |
| Inside Italian, outside microfiber |
| Doors go up Daniel-son, probably that Crouching Tiger |
| Sip Crown in dat Royce |
| Never solid, you moist |
| Ball like I play for Kansas |
| Top dog on the (?) |
| I don’t want no excuses, told (?) to get my retainer |
| Chop a body to pieces, stuffed in different containers |
| Just to get to that crown, ran (?) that crown |
| (?) Caprices on that Regal |
| Cleanse your body from evil |
| I just popped me two Zans, finna fuck me a waitress |
| Drumma, he from Sudan |
| Surgical with two lasers |
| Lift the ground up from under you |
| Choppa turn you to dust |
| Hope fuck niggas perish |
| For the In Gods We Trust |
| Probably walkin' with a hundred thou on (Yay!) |
| With a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me |
| Niggas at the top lookin' down on ya |
| Down to chop the door, with the crown on |
| Light the pot, drop the pollo in |
| Light the pot, drop the pollo in |
| Niggas on the top lookin' down on ya |
| Down to chop the door, with the crown on |
| Only youngin still playing by the old rules |
| Can’t learn a new dance wearing old shoes |
| No dance instruction, bust ya own move |
| Eenie, miney, moe, bitches gon' choose |
| Rainin' doing about a buck nigga hydroplanin' |
| Get cha crown snatched, kufi confiscated |
| Got the accolades on the corner |
| Dope from Peru, sniff from Tijuana |
| Turn nanos (?) to the bando |
| Feed a dog, can you trust 'em in a jam tho? |
| Steph Curry with the handle |
| Pussy nigga kick rocks — Jesus sandal |
| Probably walkin' with a hundred thou on (Yay!) |
| With a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me |
| Niggas at the top lookin' down on ya |
| Down to chop the door, with the crown on |
| Light the pot, drop the pollo in |
| Light the pot, drop the pollo in |
| Niggas on the top lookin' down on ya |
| Down to chop the door, with the crown on |
| Haha, you still worried about that shit on the ground level? |
| Niggas up at the top laughing down at ya |
| Better figure out how to get up there |
| Dufflel bag shit |
| Brown bag, plastic bag |
| However you bring the money, it all count the same |
| Coke Boy shit |