Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kingpin, artist - Friction.
Date of issue: 23.03.2013
Song language: English
Kingpin |
Cuh we are the big dutty stinkin' dancehall kingpins |
We’re the in ting, I don’t know what you’re tinkin' |
Cuh when I’m rinsing lyrics inna dis ting |
Everybody knows that we’re the big kings, again |
Big dutty stinkin' dancehall kingpins |
We’re the in ting, I don’t know what you’re tinkin' |
Cuh when I’m rinsing lyrics inna dis ting |
Everybody knows that we’re the big kings, again |
Look look, I’m an old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier |
Word to Crazy T, I swear my heart is getting colder |
Grew up on my lonely with no brother, just a older |
Living in the village with some lady birds and cobras |
No I don’t trust a soul, no I don’t trust a soul |
Rude brothers up on my team, the whole time I am on my own |
Them brothers coming at me, keep talking dollar stacking my premium |
Crazy brother, do the damn thing, if you get up on the riddim and choose the |
damn thing, that’s murder |
Can you say FI double Z? |
Might find it said every time I’m on the set |
Guys wanna say nigga let me ride on your set |
Can’t remember when they lyrically stand for a name |
Woop woop, I’m alive on the fresh, rise to the ends |
Show again grime isn’t dead, whoops I |
Mean grime is alive, stunned me at bringing this hyper than hype |
I’m a lyrical skeng like Goose on your ride |
Don’t violate my team, I’m rinsing it live |
Woop woop, clash ting when I done that |
Fizzy flow, they know that I run that |
Ready for the comeback, cause yo we are the |
We are the big dutty stinkin' dancehall kingpins |
We’re the in ting, I don’t know what you’re tinkin' |
Cuh when I’m rinsing lyrics inna dis ting |
Everybody knows that we’re the big kings, again |
Big dutty stinkin' dancehall kingpins |
We’re the in ting, I don’t know what you’re tinkin' |
Cuh when I’m rinsing lyrics inna dis ting |
Everybody knows that we’re the big kings, again |
You picked up my pad, I didn’t tell you to take it |
Now you’re confusing matters, game over as soon as you’ve played it |
So you’ve ignored my fine flow so you have to cough up and you payed it |
Looking ever so sad as if somebody gave you a face lift |
Yeah this flow is a beast, I’m the only person to tame it |
All my rivals in more ways than one, they can’t take it |
Now my vision’s the greatest, set up a picture and frame it |
Throw magic from CD to TV on some David Blaine shit |
They thought I was basic till they saw the scientist rate it |
1.4 on the Richter, got their whole house Harlem Shaking |
You play levels and get stuck, I see the level and raise it |
My name’s so bait, I put it on fire so your girlfriend will take it |
To see the world like me, you’d probably have to be in a spaceship |
I could hold your world record, probably act clumsy and break it |
My verse repainted this tune, it came out MAC back when I spray it |
The way I flow with an illness, I’ve got doctors hoping I’ll make it |
We are the big dutty stinkin' dancehall kingpins |
We’re the in ting, I don’t know what you’re tinkin' |
Cuh when I’m rinsing lyrics inna dis ting |
Everybody knows that we’re the big kings, again |
Big dutty stinkin' dancehall kingpins |
We’re the in ting, I don’t know what you’re tinkin' |
Cuh when I’m rinsing lyrics inna dis ting |
Everybody knows that we’re the big kings, again |