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kings' aisle - chosen lyrics

[verse: j.a.m.]
yeah i drip with finesse
bad lil b-tch i nut on her chest
canadian ho so i flew to quebec
f-cked her so good, she gave me some neck
nikes on feet, i run up a check
diamonds on me water, they are so wet
my metro be boomin’, just like a jet
when i hit the dm’s, it’s nothing but net
one day i want to get the patek, or an ap
please, someone please save me
i drown in demons on the daily
this lifestyle so crazy
don’t want the money to change me
can’t look in the mirror lately
women calling me baby
but i don’t need a lil baby
i’m already a gunna
either way n-gga, this is my summer
pullin’ up deep in the big body hummer
louis v on me, i am a stunna
hop out w gang like a school of piranhas
money so long, like anaconda
one d in her a, like boi-1da
these n-ggas can’t sleep on the come up

[hook: dmarz]
n0body can top this flow, no no
my bars are frozen, cold cold cold
no one can stop me, no no no
i have been chosen, oh oh oh
i feel like i’m chosen
i feel like i’m chosen
i feel like i’m chosen
i feel like i’m
i feel like i’m
i feel like i’m

[verse: dmarz}
doing better than ever, i bring the drip
changing the weather, can’t lose my grip
i gotta stay clever
i’m with my clique, do the most like zarella
i smell the cheese, i smell the guap
i’m coming closer, i see the top
you peaked in high school, like what the f-ck
you salty like kosher, don’t even front
i see my success, i see my wealth
living my best, i see my house
i see the future, belt is medusa
squad is around, and they loading the rugers
early retirement, fast like a fighter jet
b-tch i’m on fire
but, i ain’t even light it yet
elevate quickly, everest, climbin’ it
paramount pictures, framing the highest cliff
greatest accomplishments, ain’t no more hiding ’em
let’s see how far they get, nowhere in sight is them
where did they end up? i cannot see them
they wanna be me, i don’t wanna be them
i keep to myself, yes i got my reasons
my time is now, uh, it’s hunting season
i’m cookin’ this rappers, yeah i like it seasoned
these rappers are crackheads, yeah all of em feenin’
i’m chasing the bag, and them b-tches odin’
they beggin’ for mercy, all of they knees red

- kings aisle lyrics

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