| It’s different over here
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| Turn this shit up, man
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| That predator shit, turn it up
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| Triple black Bentley, fuck nigga let me steer through
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| You can see the chunky ass grill in your rear view
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| Kings wear crowns nigga, yeah kings wear crowns
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| Team beachfront, the sea water clear blue
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| Lil Kim shit, got some queen bitches here too
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| Kings wear crowns nigga, I said kings wear crowns
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| Crooked I you a pharoah, keep your eye on the sparrow
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| If she fly let me bone, I’ll supply you with marrow
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| Met you in the club, I’m surprised you was there though
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| Mingling with the scrubs, vampires and weirdos
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| I valet in front of the zombies and tricks
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| The paint on the coupe as white as Abercrombie and Fitch
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| Tried to find me a bitch
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| Tried to find me a mommy that remind me of origami
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| If mommy bends and folds then mommy is the shit
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| Fuckin' her boobs, salami her tits
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| Nothin' to prove, you hard with this dick I nut and I move
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| Baby, I’m an apex predator
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| Half a million in cash in the bag and a bad credit score
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| The body is her temple, I need a better door
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| Couple of windows I work in on myself, that’s the metaphor
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| Hit the cheddar boy, I’m on a gold mine
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| Crooked had that diamond supply before the closed line
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| Reach for the rocky necklace, niggas get clotheslined
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| But a real nigga get bad bitches with no shine
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| SSUTT SSUTT C.O.B you know who this is
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| SLAUGHTERHOUSE, you know what we do to pigs
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| Remember this? |
| Why you wanna player hate on C.O.B?
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| Don’t ask me who featured on my album, why how come?
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| Cuz nigga I’m featured on my album
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| Dominick Wickliffe, I’m a big business
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| I’mma click llamas if the drama get hotter than a sauna
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| Quick, pop a clip, even if I gotta sit opposite the snitch, an anonymous witness
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| True hustlers ain’t even sleepin' in their dreams
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| Pushin' Benjies since niggas was puttin' creases in they jeans
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| Had Jay-Z and Kels, blastin' out of my 12's
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| Best of both worlds, a giant amongst elves
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| Born dirt poor, I balled in my 20's
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| Though I’m in my 30's now, cartier 30 thou
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| I kill em gurney style, walking out of that Wells Fargo
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| In a black label Ralph, talking that 2 button charcoal
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| MILFs scanning me like a barcode
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| Another queen on deck, let’s see what the cards hold
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| Horoscope dope when Crooked I is in star mode
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| Striking various poses, iced out son of Mary and Joseph
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| Dressed to kill like the terrorists wearing explosives
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| Beware of my focus, oh shit
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| Turn it up when you push to this
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| Light it up, roll kush to this
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| Yell SSUTT SSUTT and throw it up to this
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| You want lean, pour it up to this
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| Yeah, kings wear crowns
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| I said kings wear crowns |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crowns , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Apex Predator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп