Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King & Queens , by - Tyga. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King & Queens |
| We all dream one day we kings and queens |
| We all dream one day we kings and queens |
| My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream |
| My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream |
| Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don’t sit with denim |
| My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless |
| 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists |
| Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians |
| God cover my soul, need it, can’t let it go |
| I know you get lonely when I ain’t home, on the road |
| I know I ain’t perfect, I’m out here working for the throne |
| I would take you along, but then that college loan you’ll owe |
| Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us |
| Saying they all different, but I don’t show them no effort |
| Underestimated that, then I tested |
| Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it |
| I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit |
| Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong |
| Go against a bull nigga head-on |
| I’m too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb |
| Army stance, ready for war |
| We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor |
| Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored |
| They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door |
| We all dream one day we kings and queens |
| We all dream one day we be kings and queens |
| My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream |
| My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream |
| Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest |
| And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his breath |
| Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best |
| Though I do this to be heard, I’ma do it to death |
| We in cool with all of these niggas |
| I’m through with all of these niggas |
| You fool with all of these niggas |
| You lose like all of these (niggas) |
| Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits |
| Anybody riding with young’in will probably recoup |
| Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics |
| Finna be king, but I’m way too proud to offer as minion |
| I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga |
| And don’t offer the least of shit to these people’s opinions |
| I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the b*tches |
| Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B because we run this you dig? |
| We all kings, give anything to my soft queens |
| I’m lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen |
| We all dream one day we kings and queens |
| We all dream one day we be kings and queens |
| My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream |
| My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream |
| You’re in the presence of a majestic, esoteric |
| Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected |
| I can say ghettoest ‘cause I come from where metal spit |
| Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil’s grip |
| Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip |
| Tryna slow down with this pussy, I can’t, I love this shit |
| I seem to love these whips — a white |
| Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit |
| At night, where they murdered Herbie Draws |
| That’s the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball |
| See I’m born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home |
| College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom |
| Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang |
| ‘Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing |
| So that make you a queen, surviving anything |
| Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring |
| Pimp of the year, I could smack your father |
| Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver |
| I been in pressed silk since breast milk |
| Mets cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga |