Lyrics Will Ya - King Louie

Will Ya

A bitch won’t get shit from me
But some dick from me
I used to be broke, that shit wasn’t meant for me
These niggas bitch to me
Someone get ‘em Tiffany
Catch him with his head down, unsolved mystery
Scratch him off, kick
Got my shoes from Italy
When I was in Italy
My woes from the 6 with me
Canada, they feeling me
I was at the mosque like a boss with my friends with me
Farrakhan sent for me
They did that drill shit for me
Remember shit that come for me
Boss shit, they under me
Boss shit like G
They bosses, I disagree
I told you they was bitch to me
I heard he helped the police
Sound like a snitch to me
Don’t let his ass snitch on me
Get away from me
Tellin' ain’t ok with me
Coolin' with your babe with me
She brought her friend, they some freaks
Double teamin' me
But I don’t trust these bitches
Fuckin' with that thing on me
Am a god, preacher preach
I’m the king homie
My theme song «Lean On Me»
Xans, lean on me
You can catch some Z’s for free
Shawty tryna freak on me
She’ll squirt or skeet on me
She don’t smoke the weed on me
Pop a pill and roll with me
, this ride ain’t cheap
My black bottles Don P
My snapback Don C
My new MAC don’t speak
Gangbang in silence
A lot of quiet violence
A gorilla congo
Killing is a talent
Hustle by nature
God had haters
God made Jesus
I made labels
I burn a nigga, inhaler
Buckshots, D.O.A ya
At night boy, day in and day ya
Kill yourself boy, do us a favor
My life a movie and Chicago is my trailer
Get on my back, send me a body for a favor
Fuck the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer
Fuck the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer
Fuck the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer
Fuck the police, got none' for ya, call my lawyer