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j clowd - k i n g lyrics

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the way i body b+tches leave em bl++dy
grab a tampon
refer to me like i was king
ya checks i put the stamp on
they depend on me like emt’s
i think these b+tches passed on
f l o p you can’t compete
you the b+tches that i pass on

step on the floor, got the room and the eyes
hearing the peeps hearing the whispers the lies
oh my oh mi its jc what a surprise
they spreading rumors but the truth is b+tchеs met they demisе

keep it wet like a jacuzzi
you gone lose me
b+tches loco they looney
a loner a loosey
might as well be my groupie
not april no b+tch can fool me
dripped out in ice i’m oozey
spray hoes they say don’t choose me
nickname might as well be uzi
single season, ain’t no cuffing
these b+tches huffin and puffin
they ducking, im running
im coming, b+tches ain’t about nothin

whoa whoa whoa whos next to go
these one flow hoes not flexible
they all up on my t+st+cl+
sipping tito’s out in mexico

im the k+i+n+g
b+tches not f+cking with me
these b+tches never seeing the team
come for me it’s like you seeking defeat

im the k+i+n+g
b+tches not f+cking with me
these b+tches never seeing the team
come for me it’s like you seeking defeat

king sh+t
i’m on that kiss the ring sh+t
like a dominatrix
get down on your knees sh+t
like a seamstress
i do this sh+t seamless
cause i’m the tea b+tch
i’m keeping your screen lit
the way i eat you b+tches up
i ain’t leaving a tip
somebody grab the waiter
cause i’m bout to dip
this whole fit it cost a grip
i know you peep the drip
skrt skrt, that’s the valet
pulling up the whip

and yes i know
a b+tch colder than a maf+ka
so get ya coat
cause i’m icy like a maf+ka
body goals, giving coke
like a maf+cka
i make em gag, b+tch choke
on this maf+ka

im on they heads like a beanie
these b+tches soft, fettuccine
i can f+ck all these hoes
and then bottom like bikini

these b+tches wish they could be me
these b+tches wish they could beat me
now would+ent that be nice?
it would!
but i’m not a genie
these b+tches wish they could be me
cuz b+tch i cook yeah rotini
i keep it wet keep it creamy
make b+tches pop im houdini

they bars so weak hit the snooze
these b+tches weak like they lace
jc i can never lose
they wanna eat off my plate

could never top me guess that’s why i’m the topic
this lil iggy b+tch
thinking she da sh+t hoe just stop it
ain’t got no bread in they wallet
can’t even make a deposit
and all these b+tches heavy weight ain’t talking bout boxing
…oh

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