| Y’all niggas gonna see, y’all niggas gonna see
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| I kept shit street, ain’t nothing to a G
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| Niggas faked on me, still letting niggas eat
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| We don’t do the same things, everybody ain’t kings
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| Bow down kiss the ring
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| Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
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| Cause everybody ain’t kings
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| Y’all ain’t fuckin with me, y’all ain’t fuckin with me
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| Everybody ain’t kings
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| Y’all niggas gonna see, y’all niggas gonna see
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| You ain’t fuckin with me, you ain’t fuckin with me
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| You ain’t fuckin with me
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| Bow down kiss the ring
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| Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
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| Cause everybody ain’t kings
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| Ugh, I’m Baltimore city in the flesh
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| 40 thousand dollar rolly while I’m sittin in the jet
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| Thinking damn, I was just a lil nigga in the 'jects
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| Man they checkin like Beckham cause I kick it with the best
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| I’m a mess, I could cop it soft, whip it with the left
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| How you want it nigga, we could front it, bitch we did it best
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| I’m a rider, I just gotta say this shit, it’s on my chest
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| You ain’t living what I’m living man, it’s different when we flex
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| When we flex, you don’t get a rest, we don’t get impressed
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| You don’t get a chance to talk about it, you don’t get it yet
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| It’s a bet, I be bossin', flossin' in Cali, in Gucci, I’m awesome
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| Often in valley, tell em ship em off to the loft in the valley
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| We used to pitch raw duck laws in the alley
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| Now we big boy watchin', big boy’s watchin'
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| Droppin' chips, calling coppin' whips toy shoppin'
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| Pacquiáo flexin' like its roids we poppin
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| It’s the undefeated Roy, this is Floyd meets Hopkins
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| Hoppin' out on me, I’m like boy whats poppin'
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| This is prophecy, properly destroy these mockery’s
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| Moppin' up the floor with these boys, whose stopping me
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| You need more options I squeeze on niggas
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| You gon' need more doctors to bring more oxygen
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| B’more quite and keep on watchin' em
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| Y’all niggas gonna see, y’all niggas gonna see
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| I kept shit street, ain’t nothing to a G
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| Niggas faked on me, still letting niggas eat
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| We don’t do the same things, everybody ain’t kings
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| Bow down kiss the ring
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| Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
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| Cause everybody ain’t kings
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| Y’all ain’t fuckin with me, y’all ain’t fuckin with me
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| Everybody ain’t kings
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| Y’all niggas gonna see, y’all niggas gonna see
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| You ain’t fuckin with me, you ain’t fuckin with me
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| You ain’t fuckin with me
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| Bow down kiss the ring
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| Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
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| Cause everybody ain’t kings
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| Ugh, diamond bezel on the rose gold Aude
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| Fish bowl lenses on the all gold Carty’s
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| Got a hood rat in Harlem and a SoHo Barbie
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| They love to blow dro in a ocho gnarly
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| Known to go hard when my foes go hardly
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| Pull up to the party on a rose gold Harley
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| Soldier and I’m slim bitch slow-mo for me
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| Pack a four four to keep a bozo off me
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| Coffee, couldn’t wake these boys up
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| I’m creative but I couldn’t make these stories up
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| Niggas destroyed, they be on the decoy stuff
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| Heard your baby mama charge a little fee for a fuck
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| She a flea, you a mutt, I’m a big dog baby
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| I’m the reason a lot niggas getting pissed off lately
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| Pull up in a drop top with a thick dark baby
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| I’ve been ballin' ten years, I’m a crystal baby
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| I’ve been getting it, where were you
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| My theory is Theraflu, clearly I bury you
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| When you hear me, it worry you
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| Never you ran with the werewolves
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| I wear wolf, man look
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| There ain’t even shit to compare me too
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| You barley knew that I was barely new and I’m really not
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| I rarely do what niggas really do and you really not
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| Trying to understand one funny little thing
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| I got four words formed for the twenty fourteen
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| Y’all niggas gonna see, y’all niggas gonna see
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| I kept shit street, ain’t nothing to a G
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| Niggas faked on me, still letting niggas eat
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| We don’t do the same things, everybody ain’t kings
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| Bow down kiss the ring
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| Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
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| Cause everybody ain’t kings
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| Y’all ain’t fuckin with me, y’all ain’t fuckin with me
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| Everybody ain’t kings
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| Y’all niggas gonna see, y’all niggas gonna see
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| You ain’t fuckin with me, you ain’t fuckin with me
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| You ain’t fuckin with me
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| Bow down kiss the ring
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| Fuck nigga, bow down kiss the ring
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| Cause everybody ain’t kings
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| Ugh, you now rockin' with a West side nigga |
| I’m just tryna do it big like the best out nigga
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| Remember big homie copped the S5 nigga
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| Never imagined I’d be on private jets my nigga
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| I was down, bad, stressed my nigga, real shit
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| I was stuck up in the jects my nigga
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| Looking for any momentum I could catch my nigga
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| But every moment realizing that I’m blessed my nigga
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| Why am I so surrounded by death my nigga
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| Why the fuck the feds have to catch my nigga
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| But it triggered, something bigger inside of me
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| Every time these wicked niggas done lied to me
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| Like I ain’t the lottery ticket nigga obviously
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| I’m the nigga that struggled and hustled and doubled his shit
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| Until he could get into the mother fuckin driver seat
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| And now I’m ridin', I dare a nigga collide with me, ugh
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| I’m climbin peaks, you climb and peek, I’m classic
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| I’m classified to climb a peak, the points I passed is past the point
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| The pastor pointed out im past the point of rhyming deep
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| Even options is obsolete and obstacles ain’t even
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| So ours ain’t stopping me, this is prophecy
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| And I ain’t talking lifestyles of the rich and famous
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| When I say these niggas Robin Leach, ugh
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| I strive to teach, they fail to learn, stomp through hell, the frail gon' burn
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| Apply your skill, the fire’s real, niggas will let it ring like a fire drill
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| In church last Sunday and I can hear the choir still
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| In my head while I’m lying still, but fuck lying still
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| These niggas lie and steal, actin' like this what I ain’t build
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| But my reply is still
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| Now who gon' hold ya down, yeah
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| Who gon' hold ya down
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| If I leave right now, right now
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah who gon' hold it down
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| You know I hold it down
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| Who else gon' roll around
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| Top down, rep the town, hold it down
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| So treat me like a fuckin king in this bitch
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| Tell me I’m the king of this shit
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| Who else gon' roll around
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| Top down, rep the town, hold it down
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| Treat me like a fuckin king in this bitch
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| Tell me I’m the king of this shit
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| Treat me like a fuckin king in this bitch
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| Tell me I’m the king of this shit
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| I’m experienced now, professional
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| Jaws been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple of times, I’m bad
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| Been chopping trees
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| I done something new for this fight
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| I done wrestled with an alligator
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| That’s right, I have wrestled with an alligator
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| I done tussled with a whale
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| I done handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail, that’s bad
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| Only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick
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| I’m so mean I make medicine sick
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| Bad dude
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| Bad, fast, fast, fast
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| Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom
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| Hit the switch and was in the bed before the room was dark
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| Incredible
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| I’ma show you how great I am
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| All you chumps are gonna bow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody Ain’t Kings , by - King Los. Song from the album Zero Gravity 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп