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chris king - niagra falls! lyrics

[intro: chris king & kin the prophet]
what’s good, n-gg-
yeah (blatt)
yeah (real rockstar), ayy
talkin’ ’bout, oh man (man, f-ckin’ with two hands in this b-tch)
yeah, lil’ b-tch just dirty and corty
i gotta stick on my 40 (and it got somethin’ to say)
yeah, ayy, corty

[chorus: kin the prophet]
in the lil’ drip like niagara falls
perc got me up like a adderall
yeah, you goin’ sad for broads
young n-gg- ain’t goin’ sad at all, yeah
ain’t goin’ sad at all
young n-gg- ain’t goin’ sad at all, yeah
young n-gg- sad at all
you know i’m sayin’, yeah

[verse 1: kin the prophet]
i brought the gang in this b-tch
try me and my n-gg-s hang in your sh-t
your n-gg- flawed like a hanger and sh-t
live in this hills by topanga and sh-t
yeah, yeah, uh
straight at your jaw like a beer
yeah, yeah, uh
b-mpin’ them guns, get you k!lled
oodles o’ noodles, we shootin’ sh-t
rocked them, like hooters, we doin’ sh-t
all of my savages ruthless
i just be blackin’ like [?]
i feel like i am the coldest young n-gg- that’s doin’ this sh-t, ain’t no cap in this raps
i feel like i am the oldest young n-gg- that showed these lil’ n-gg-s the best way to trap
yeah, gotta keep a front and a back, and a right and left, and a couple of side hoes
young n-gg- got the key to streets, i’m a king where i’m from, i’m a motherf-ckin’ honcho
while i slime your b-tch like chavo
i’ma hit the p-ssy with a combo
young n-gg- got stacks like coto
young n-gg- got stacks like yoto

[chorus: kin the prophet & corty grams]
in the lil’ drip like niagara falls
perc got me up like a adderall
yeah, you goin’ sad for broads
young n-gg- ain’t goin’ sad at all, yeah
ain’t goin’ sad at all
young n-gg- ain’t goin’ sad at all, yeah
young n-gg- sad at all
you know i’m sayin’, yeah (corty)

[verse 2: corty grams]
i’m ’bout to shed it all
she tell me rip it off
her pants, she ripped it off
i’m in this b-tch, i took ownership
she gon’ give me her love, ain’t no corner sh-t
she gon’ give me her love and her ownership
i put pros in the hood, on some owner sh-t
devil, devil, will i be alone again?
.223 hit you, will blow you to smithereens
you the best? boy you gotta be kiddin’ me
i’m the freshest up in the vicinity
dropped my cousin, put them in my memory
i’m just so young, jesus gotta be kiddin’ me
pray to my savior, he keep on forgivin’ me
suicide doors, i put that on infinity
he swag with me, and i play i start in it, b

[verse 3: chris king]
i’m drinkin’ on [?]
this weed is the text, so go p-ss it on
rob a n-gg- with no mask at all
f-ck a buck fifty, i slash it off
numbers in the trap, the math gets off
middle fingers when i p-ss a cop
did a liquor shot, rollin’ up a pound, of forgive me nots, baby
i don’t think these n-gg-s really get it
d-mn my team too litty
and i gotta gun so big when i lay it down that b-tch a table
then we eat up there for thanksgiving
balenciaga when i’m kickin’ it
and the sole so big, that this sh-t is startin’ to feel just like a timbaland
but i gotta couple of those, because the winter here
and you know the winner is mine, so just remember that
when i kick your door down, pockets full of green like grinch
so then i kick a christmas tree, and tell you it’s my home now
somethin’ ’bout the holidays, n-gg-s get bowed down
come down my chimney, your getting blowed down
who lied to you, left feelings of a hoe down
she brought twins, so did i, it’s a showdown
when i bring my guys, then you know that it’s going down
this is cosigned by the slime, snotty nose

- chris king lyrics

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