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