| And there’s not a day I will hold back
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| Man start sending for dickheads
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| Hold that…
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| Look at me I’m a king
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| Booker T in this thing
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| Pushing me to the brim
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| Couldn’t see with the wind
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| Look at me in this ting
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| Look at T in this thing
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| Look at me I’m a king, look at me I’m a king
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| I can’t let them girl there style on man
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| Look down and smile on man
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| I’m thinking about getting ahead like she put a mile on man
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| Going all wild on man
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| Everyday I ask God forgiveness hope he ain’t kept no file on man
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| At the same time may the Lord be my witness
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| Baby nine I got a child on man
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| Look at me I’m a king
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| Booker T in this thing
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| Pushing me to the brim
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| Couldn’t see with the wind
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| Look at me in this ting
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| Look at T in this thing
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| Look at me I’m a king, look at me I’m a king
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| Normal day but I don’t do things the normal way
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| From back when the uniform’s all grey
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| I was musical always
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| Let’s get one ting clear, you don’t run tings here
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| Leave that gun ting there, my man’s hunting here
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| Why’ve you got your hands in your trousers like there’s something there
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| Something’s weird, don’t I know you from somewhere?
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| I just can’t think where full clip and I can give man one extra
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| I know the target’s there
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| I see three, you’re darkest fear
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| Casket’s bare, drive-by car key there
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| Look at me I’m a king
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| Booker T in this thing
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| Pushing me to the brim
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| Couldn’t see with the wind
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| Look at me in this ting
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| Look at T in this thing
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| Look at me I’m a king, look at me I’m a king
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| Man get trampled, man get stamped
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| Man get stereotyped and
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| Man get gunshots man get shrapnel
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| I wish you more life than money in the bank
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| Champagne dancing splash that all over the paigons when the man bust shanks
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| Man going raving man bust skanks
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| Man beat once and never come back
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| You’re an impostor who’s more of a monster
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| I can still open the door of a Honda
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| Oi Wez, I remember when this same sawed-off was longer
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| While back when the corner was stronger
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| Still if I’m on ya
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| Call me a monster, then call him a Doctor
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| Bang bang anywhere gang
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| I could be anywhere fam, even in a fancy restaurant ordering lobster
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| Yeah, you look like a snitch
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| If you get nicked, definitely sing you’ll give them all of the opera |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп