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colbyd a.k.a kingjames - mighty 90 lyrics

[colbyd tha king]
two bad b-tches on the side of me. one is in the swisher & the others in the drivers seat.might sip a little liquor, & i’m on some k!llas probably, but we ain’t even trippin. i know they trynna keep an eye on me. people try to follow me, but they f-ck up the game. its hard to be discrete when everybody knows your name. i dont hustle in the street cuz nowadays it ain’t the same. i dont trust a mother f-cker ‘cept my family, f-ck a gang. haters wanna see me hang, but im chokin out the noose. a little tune-up on the paper, then im smokin out the booth. uncle sam & terminator. play, im comin back for you. b-tch, i got plenty gorillas. kings are nothin like the troops. if we beefin thats on you cuz only b-tches come with problems, and the only time im in it is with swishas and some condoms. feed my son & baby momma , so im fishin for the greenbacks. 9-5 will get you by, but i wasn’t conceived for that. dont really need the feedback cuz i dont like attention. rather kick back with my girl & glow some kiush up at the ceilin while i finger f-ck the world for how the f-ck it got me feelin. so i hug my baby girl before i walk out on a mission. pumpin like a piston. i ain’t walkin wit a pistol. aimin off the roof then you heard the f-ckin whistle. the walkin in your boots stop, and then you caught the glistle. you thought you got a cute glock. i toss you with a missile. my style speak for itself, so i dont even gotta say it. everything is top shelf from the weed to the fragrance. people eyein what i do, and then they try and imitate it. i know you tryin, but my dude, get off my d-ck is all im sayin. i can flip a “o” a day & i can hustle just to eat. a lotta problems go away when yall stop f-ckin wit a g. i rather keep a steady pay & leave my hustle off the street. get my family out the way & maybe just enough for me. but trouble always finds me, & drama always pops up. im scared to go and buy one. i’ll be quick to pick that glock up. my family need me grindin. ain’t no way imma get locked up. so imma get my “g’s” to go & blow your f-ckin block up. i need to get my knots up. somebody need to recognize. it ain’t just cuz of the pot, bruh. im evil, i got devil eyes. modern day pac. f-ckin rebel, intellect & pride. smokin on the roof, watchin the sky. im on a level high. the blue all in the bezel, huh? you know you know you like that. pour my syrup in a root beer. got put that f-ckin sprite back. if i gotta get the percocets, you know i bite that. grab my girl & work her legs, smoke & then thats a night cap. when i go, ain’t comin right back. im outta here for good. im down with livin in a mansion, but respected in the hood. i’s take all of my people without a question if i could. im always throwin people money though i barely even stood. tell me how you do that. there ain’t no way to teach it. bout to take a trip to atlanta & pull a f-ckin “freaknik”. i ain’t the typa cat that be constantly wantin to tweet sh-t. sergeants dont tell enemies when they about to sweep kick. rollin out im leaned back. the money grippin wood grain. had to stop & hit a l!ck right before you hit the train. shouts to mighty 90. pushin paper daily, every lane. south louisiana rep the city to the f-ckin bank

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