Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The King, artist - T-Pain. Album song The Iron Way, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 19.02.2018
Record label: Funky
Song language: English
The King |
I reign supreme |
Old school whip, on lean |
You gone bow down to me |
In the streets, they call me the king |
They call me the king |
They call me the king |
I put it down for the crown so believe |
That you gon bow down to me |
They call me the king |
That’s right my nigga, ain’t no other way to address me |
King of the trill and king of the underground for real, so don’t try and test me |
In the south it’s like I’m a Presley |
So make sure and use proper nomenclature |
When you’re king, it don’t mean it don’t mean that no men hate ya |
It mean that more men hate ya |
We not kissing no ass to be accepted |
So if you don’t fuck with me cool, guess what, I don’t fuck with you fool |
But still I’m gone be respected |
Calm down when shit get hectic |
Turn up when they least expect it |
And it’s always family first cause I would never leave them neglected |
The hardest out here, we never soft |
No hesitating, we’re breaking you off |
But never the less, never will settle for less |
I’m professor but just call me prof |
I did what they wouldn’t and went where they couldn’t, you can’t deny it |
Spoke up when others was quiet |
Think that it’s easy? |
I dare you to try it |
I been in the game, always gon be in the game as long as I choose it |
Just know that it’s deeper than money, and deeper than media, deeper than music |
So long as I keep it 100 with nothing to hide, they’ll never refuse it |
That’s why I’m holding my own, seated on throne, I’ll never lose it |
Because I’m the king |
I reign supreme |
Old school whip, on lean |
You gone bow down to me |
In the streets, they call me the king |
They call me the king |
They call me the king |
I put it down for the crown so believe |
That you gon bow down to me |
They call me the king |
K-R-I-T, king of the south |
Fuck what you heard, nigga fuck what you thought |
Old school cheer, swinging like Thor |
Bow down to greatness when you enter my car |
Behead my foes, threw them in my vault |
Got a bad bitch and she straighten my fur |
Gripping wood grain like a battle ax, handle that |
Staking my claim, nigga I was here first |
Put my flag on it, multi till the sun die, better believe that bitch |
On Mount Olympus throwing lightning bolts at these nonbelievers, |
did you see that shit? |
I’m a country nigga with a bigger dick |
On Ellen, she generous |
My father helped me up at birth |
Like you gon be king, no matter what state you’re in |
I was like back back back then I’m breaded up like a bread truck |
Breaded us, more of us, angels came to me in visions |
Some of them sipping, I think you said enough |
Ready to take over, just what you came for |
When you pour the wine you can drink slow |
I can see the hate from every angle |
Watch me burn this bitch down like Django |
Let me ride man, keep the grass cut in my kingdom |
Cause that’s where the poisonous snakes like to hide man |
Pushing my niece and my nephew on playgrounds the only thing Imma let slide man |
Do it for people, forever been regal, you know that it’s real |
I learned from the kings that came before me, man always stay trill |
I reign supreme |
Old school whip, on lean |
You gone bow down to me |
In the streets, they call me the king |
They call me the king |
They call me the king |
I put it down for the crown so believe |
That you gon bow down to me |
They call me the king |