Texty:
My Kings Make It Or Not

a tunnel and escape key My jewelry in HD Silent rage Pristine in my vintage shades I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage I am the

s and Tameka's Listen, not only will I hit it if you throw it to me But I'ma beat it like you stole and you owe it to me So give me that, give me that

the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounce Yes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listen Rumor has it

My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My cup overruneth with hundreds Dummy, damn it's hard not for me to waste it The new commandment: thou should not hate, kid My

I respect miss it more or go postal 'Cause I ain't got it down mean that they know too You know Bankhead ain't raise no fools You know we never not goin

The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King Kong, my verse making the world sing My

triangle ting But love it or not love's as mad as they come Oh it's sly and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb And while some might still say 'No it

on line With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand Give it here and don't say nuthin' Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin

a witness Betta fitness. Baby, we can do it Take your time, do it right Mmm, lick my belly button Whisper sweet nothings in my ear To get my hormones