kings’ aisle – introduction lyrics
[verse: keisun]
h-llo b-tch!
welcome to our land
welcome take my hand
here we don’t give a d-mn
countin’ up all these bands
in here the b-ss is grand
and the cymbals stand
screaming like a rock band
flexin’ no arm band
yeah
i don’t get ever get tired, i will never retire
stay in the heat of the fire, ya man bouta perspire
she got a grip like a plier
i look back and admire, my flow level up higher
marty me, but i’m flyer
cookin’ beats like a fryer
808 boom like gunfire
look
this that intro track, this that run it back
bangers back to back, got more in the pack
i’ma let it whack uh
money climbing h-lla stacks, we here to take our bag
you better call a timeout cause we ain’t stopping yuh
(yuh yuh yuh)
[verse: eddy]
i won’t deny it (you’s a f-ckin’ b-tch!)
throw your face up in the dirt like kamikaze in this b-tch
i’m goin’ stupid on this track don’t let n0body in my clique
if she don’t wanna make me money she can go hop off this d-ck
b-tch i’m k!llin’ the game, get out the way ‘fore i run your sh-t racetrack usain
i run up the ranks, speed up the pace, my flow too fast, gotta slow down but wait
too much money in the safe, gotta make us a name like a-e-i-o you is to shame
f-ckin’ up the game, kings’ aisle is to blame, put us in arkham we goin’ insane!
[verse: dmarz]
b-ss boomin’ loudly i’m off to the races
i just copped a new watch, i gave it a facelift
i like my diamonds white, might call me a racist
you diss us too much, have to hit you with stainless
nah i’m just playin’, i’m insane i’m crazy
i see death, i see birth – i hear the babies
think my time has come, it’s time for the greatest
dmarz in the industry sorry for waitin
like d-mn, let the beat rock
your b-tch ruffles feathers so, i gave her my peac-ck
that shut her up quick i took her to the top
we like to hang at a place i call the “g spot”
[verse: straehearts]
f-ck, ay’!
what’s up, ay’!
you’re running out of luck!
you better run
uh, son
if you keep messing with us!
ay like watch this
better watch us, better watch out!
album we rockin’ out, rockin’ out just like some rockstars!
ain’t no caffeine but got them lit just like a monster!
and i’m doing well and i’m steady rockin’ on moncler!
ay i’m straehearts, just something that i wanted to share
when i hit it from the back, yeah i’m pulling on her hair
yeah i’m dripping like a harbor all these b-tches come and stare
and my b-tch bad, and her body be shaped like a pear, uh
[verse: j.a.m.]
okay like f-ck these n-ggas like kkk
every day like gta pay day
like yo b-tch let the k spray
make yo’ hoe scream like pilot mayday
eyes so low while she givin’ me top
suck my tip like hoe don’t stop
yeah b-tch n-gga i’m cream of the crop
hunnids no ones call a n-gga lou wop
wrist so cold i can make time stop
really hope this sh-t don’t flop
i’m tryna save and invest in stocks
n-ggas be praying to have my sauce
make myself into a boss
my drip so elegant, yeah this sh-t cost
i used to be down low swerving from cops
but now a n-gga straight going to the top
my name is jam, i’m goin’ ham
go super saiyan, i am not playin’
count up my bands, f-ck is you sayin’
come get yo’ mans, before we start sprayin’
here’s the plan: we gain more fans, they give us chance, we sell out france, our hits start playin’, across the land, f-ck is you sayin’
um, yuh!
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