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king space - lord[e] lyrics

[verse 1]
blogs ain’t support record this with no backing
i put my foot through the door like f-ck it i dare you stop me
got that silk on boxers like n-gga hop off my d-ck
i mean it’s blatten i fathered you, n-gga that a nuttin
yeah i came in aggressive that p-ssive sh-t ain’t work
’til girl started dropping that -ss for that nuvo fix
and n-gga flexing his rent money you ain’t it
only time your burning through green when you light that spliff
i’m that bronx kid wanna run for new york mayor globe trotter
ratchet b-tches, trappin it ain’t fair
cause i never moved keys but fans turning into feins how i’m serving up dope
your calling it trap p’s [trapeze], i call it that foreign currency
haters don’t worry me, while i watch my girls do the diplo
-ss to the floor in the clubs lights off major lazer while i’m yelling illmind can we make these b-tches clap some
how did you figure that the bands won’t make you dance
constable on lock we got you in a trance, dance floor packed do with it with no hands
i thought i told you we gone make it how we can throw your hands up high for the man
jump up in this b-tch kicks straight from j-pan
grab the mother f-cking mic drops jams for the fans n-gga f-ck being local we’re taking this sh-t global
i got my girl out in london, pari next in that givanchi, got it all off of rap
touring your girl no m-sseuse i’ve got some rich friends but still that sh-t ain’t enough
we talking racks on racks and deposits talking bout condos up in miami smoking that maui in those exotics
tellin my n-ggas f-ck it we got, let success speak for itself switch lanes and blowing that loud;
don’t talk much, but n-gga we present, cause my present is a prescience on my kanye kiss my -ss
it’s a harsh world word to my n-gga al luciano; cuban cigars got them links
and they hanging right off the chain, on a slave thing n-ggas only waiting for his whip
give a toast to the new maison margiela like oh, lord

[verse 2]
blogs ain’t support record this with no backing
i put my foot through the door like f-ck it i dare you stop me
got that silk on boxers like n-gga hop off my d-ck, i mean it’s blatten i fathered you
n-gga that a nuttin
hold up,you don’t really wanna know about me, cause i ain’t for all the repeating
i already said it once, like d-mn it i’m blazing, lying to who like f-ck i’m amazing
could have any chic in my stratosphere so f-ck any b-tch tryna tie me down
tryna see a millie a millie a millie on my lil’ wayne
you’re dispensable i want multiples my girls playing racks on racks
talking bout coast to coast. that yen, that pound, them euros villas, dining on that caviar
cochlea tearing sons of f-cking b-tches, women raving, dapping fans like f-ck it i want it all
god level n-gga aint seen his f-cking 30s
wanna drop top money low shes tweaking off the c0ke when they bump me guess you gotta call my sh-t dope
aint never had an album so the f-ck tryna bag it shoot it straight to the veins
lord never used in vein but swear to god a n-gga been trill since ‘ye took it back to jacobs
and n-gga hopped out the womb, bout to take this sh-t to the tomb, huh, bout to take this sh-t back to tomb, huh
bout to school these n-ggas on these new rules huh bout to show em how to rock this f-cking jewels huh
a n-gga never have sh-t so of course i gotta brag some

- king space lyrics

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