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andre nickatina - king nicky's crown lyrics

verse 1 (andre nickatina)

my raps are like a cell phone rate,
cause they keep ringin all across the state.
hit the barbque party make a handsome plate,
i give u h-ll untill i make it to the pealy date.
feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city,
the spot got hot when they shut of the semi.
game is late with a straight poker face,
my recipies cats all wourlin to taste,
but wait its the chef the new hockey ref,
cuz im a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes,
i crash cars with the melokie brothers.
my horoscope told me there is no other.
i rap everyday like a christmas gift,
i stay hot at the head if the g’s dont flip, but trip,
crushed velvet i tackle no helmet (wuh)
i probly aint sh-t if u let a freak tell it.

verse 2 (lolo swift)

wha (?) (?) (?) (?) via pimp take it for what its worth,
loli lo might mama never (?)
(?)
with the magnitude that you submittin’
to the game brame watch this how you be forgettin
cut out your never next with the stylish jack
leave ur -ss for dead cause you be f-ckin f-ggots b-tch
picture this superbowl sunday,
n-gg-s shoottin cr-ps in the kitchen
(?)
bank robber
(?)
what ever you like pumpin i aint from my abs
cause my -ss is tight

verse 3 (andre nickatina)

i write scriptures,
for those (?) drug picture
treat the pain and make it feel liek a slug hit cha
(?) im about to make bail
the plan i got (?) cliental
the killer whale goes deep benathe the ocean floor,
and leaves dead mc’s at the sandsh-r-.
the atlantic, man dont panic, you act liek u aint never
get your -ss kicked.
i make money and for me its sheer kind,
comin through, smellin good, park (?) (ooooh)
all in detriot man they know my (?)
stretchin they necks tryin ta check the guy cuz,
i stay quite when my other n-gg-s get loud
i kick style with my silver tooth smile (cha ching)
i cook rhymes on a cookie sheet
while you play that top on a rookie beat
word

verse 4 (lolo swift)

frankly, im about to spank thee
on the microphone (?)
st-tchin up your pain with my protocall
youll get your (?)
kidding, you see my devilsh grin
i see the way you like sedating while im lickin my ends
while u be gressin im progressin your the (?)
first lesson compessin, cause (?)
is the first step to a cry (?) im a pimps grip
(?) now really how far do you think the players
path gon getcha? c’mon n-gg- huh huh?

shiiit you know mackin is a game freak, and im a player
but not for long (?)
shiiit, king nicky in full effect i got c-ke dealers askin
“what you doin next?” and check.
like the honycomb hideout hidaway, i dont drive nickatine
i just fly away. spread my wings like a vulture when it comes to this,
makin moneys more sweater then a tounge kiss.
shift the gears on my (?) like a (?)
back there i had you spinnin like a comacobie.
work the rap like a drunk work a bar tender,
shake it live like a colt 45.

feel free to correct it its needs to be!

- andre nickatina lyrics

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