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lorde royals response - official hip-hop remix - daem write lyrics

[verse 1]
money spending liquor spilling straight up out the bottle
i done lost my head — like i’m out in sleepy hollow
you can have it all and still come up hollow
in the steel lies the hollows alcoholic empty bottles
middle of the ghetto, where we hustle full throttle
and you only live once — a way of life, and not a motto
girls shaking that cake. cake — to fill up dinner plates wait
the almighty dollar won’t let her hesitate
living in the ghetto, where the grey goose® imported
and these hoes really hoopties, but they feelin’ like porsches®
and we caught up this the street affair the law want to extort us
instead of education, we say “f-ck it.” — buy some jordans™!
have a lot of babies ‘cuz it make us feel important
royal ain’t my bloodline, this ain’t the wheel of fortune®!
caught up in your love affair? no, think i’m aborting
i guess its just back to the basics i’m resorting
all concrete — no paradise or resorting
just hotels with trash all on the floor and i’m probably more caught up in the l-st than caught up in the lux
i guess “royal” just ain’t for us, huh?

[hook] (featuring odissius)
and every hood like:
bentley®, benzo, baggies® in the bathroom
gunshots, blood stains, all we want is street fame
we don’t care — they got us caught up in this cash affair
and every hood like: bentley®, benzo, baggies® in the bathroom
gunshots, blood stains, all we want is street fame
we don’t care — they got us caught up in this cash affair

[verse 2]
met her out in london but she wanna visit cali
where the sun is overflowing and the beach is over crowded
and she wish the world was colorblind like juicy j & miley
but them bandz a make her dance — she twerking like she on molly
hot as atl sippin’ parrot bay®; she polly
paris perfect picture, but she rather see miami
she go both ways — she be looking for a mami
well, in between london & florida is where you’ll find me
chicago cold as north west in the jesus piece of kanye
toronto cold as bikinis when beyoncé with blue ivy
blazing on afghan in amsterdam that be my hobby
you can catch me in the capitol of pa with my posse
it wouldn’t be the same with out dem puerto rican
papis processing the cane so the stash’ll get sloppy
vanilla ice up in my chain for kings that claim they c-cky
when i say that i’m a threat boi, these n-ggas better watch me
if you don’t pay attention over night ya fans got me
and i don’t need an audemars — these n-ggas gone watch me

[hook]

[verse 3]
kendrick claim he king?
bet i switch up the tempo
i’m an east coast beast ’bout two hours away from temple
only crown that he possess is a hat from sacramento
two shots to the temple — bet i switch up his mental
t.i.’s crown up in the casket, another one gone
two guns, two kings — i’m bustin’ like james bond
piercing ’em like bronson for foolin’ ’em with your con!
we execute kings like the bull, sean john…
r.i.p. past kings:
james snipes “green king”
even elvis® had a love jones with bling bling
bernie mac a cl-ssic like mike jack’
they k!lled 2pac & big — can’t bring em back
wish i had the king 45 spin ’em!
prince paved ways
aretha — reason we winning
kings & queens put up a fight!
if “royal” is wrong, then i ain’t write

- daem write lyrics

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