(Intro)
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Round these parts
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It¡¯s only kings
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Welcome to the king¡¯s circle
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Yea
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(Verse)
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Hustle Gang, play no fucking games
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TIP KING you know my fuing name
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Haters drop south when they see the cane
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Chips they come to London they know how to treat a chain
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On highways with them Bentleys to the left side
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On the Eastern hemisphere holly west side
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How we doin¡¯, lay low and get high
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Pray to the motie, live never let die
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I swear I¡¯m super cool, still a sit by
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To a nigga then I¡¯m finna go hop on the red eye
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Till I¡¯m dead I¡¯mma live like a sour bad
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They say it¡¯s all good, platinum dog tag
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Yellow gold rollie, yella hoe know me
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In Beverly Hills gettin me a bottle like Koby
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You my dirt all by my lonely got no codeine
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Shot ¡®em dead, my bitch take it to Detroit for me
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In the Phantom top, B.o.B. hit the garage for me
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GDOD get done with that answer to God only
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(Verse)
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I said the Rose just a pussy
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Fuck her I¡¯ll go in
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You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you¡¯re a kin
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Royalty, Hustle Gang keep the crown with us
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The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
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And the haters get skipped, double dutch
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Chip got a strapping gear press press double clutch
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Play with the bread, me the toast
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Need a ghost before I¡¯m ghost
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Swear to the holy ghost
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Yeah, I put my city on the map
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Everybody¡¯s on the jack spot on the flat
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Word to the Union, every time I¡¯m ruling ¡®em
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Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them
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Heaven sent me go to hell money
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Rolling in the deep still, I need that bail money
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Went to the Grammies I need six to keep my Rolly yellow just the same as my bitch
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North to the south I be in the mix
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My location on Twitter, should be right in yo chick
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It¡¯s bedtime for your career, pussy lay down
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Car full circle of balls
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Could I spread them round
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Yeah from LAN to the A town
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Time to make the whole world know my name now
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It¡¯s Chip
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(Verse)
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Show them wreckers with the roof off this mother tho
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Real bitch wanna kill all these pussy hoes
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Silly flow, I¡¯m illy my charm hang
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Watch it titty boy
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I rocks these two chains
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Might be so insane
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Double M orange
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leather seats it¡¯s cocaine, all them doors go bang
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You hoes be on the supper, step up get double trouble
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Sent here to fuck the gang
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Hold up bitch shovel rubbers
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Down the tuddle, princess cuddle, rocks like burning rubber
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They blind your stand but listen milf I am a mother fucker
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Hustle Gang you got it bad and I don¡¯t mean no usher
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My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha
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Your malice, rip-offs every reach your bad bitch
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Your man texts us like Dallas, be mad at him,
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I¡¯m amazing, you are simply just an anonym
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GDOD bitch it is more than just an acronym
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Iggy
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Fuck it, I ain¡¯t dyin homie
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I gotta kill with these balls, 100 lawyers homie
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I ain¡¯t street, not at all but thugs call me homie
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You got beef? They will surround
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Shit, come and Dobby
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Skywalkin them bitches, it¡¯s private jets only
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I Darth Vader my rims, my engine one Kenobe
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Right Shinobi? I¡¯m a fuckin star
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I¡¯m a monster to you Rugrats, whipped er
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Hustle Gang
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