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king's dead (freestyle) - jok1 le chef lyrics

look, i ain’t gotta force it
this that youngest under*30 on the forbes list (that forbes list)
yeah, i be cashin’ out, i be cashin’ out (money)
i moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (that fortress)
i said i made a few million in some weeks, b*tch (in some weeks)
hey, told the world about it, ain’t no secret (secret)
you n*ggas worried ’bout the crown, worried ’bout the crown (worried)
f*ck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (they can keep it)
at 17 i made six figures (yeah)
immature young rich n*gga (what else?)
by 21 i made a mil’ twice (yeah)
your dreams, my real life
i’m up early, you still asleep (sleep)
i’ve been a wolf and i k!ll the sheep
gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
’cause they wanna feed off my energy (yeah, yeah)
lyrically no one ahead of me
i could die today, still leave a legacy
that you can’t ever be
put that on everything, this is my destiny
it was all meant to be, f*ck is you tellin’ me?
you ain’t ’bout nothin’
with my n*ggas, we flexin’ and stuntin’
’cause we had to work harder, was hustlin’
play your card ’cause we know that you bluffin’ (yeah, hey)
i got two cars, n*gga, two cribs
big body and a little benz
triplex on my own land
and i paid bills before a grown man (that’s right)
that’s on my mama, stackin’ plenty commas
got good karma like the dalai lama (yeah)
i’m tailor*made for this, buy designer
b*tch, i’m the n*gga, just to remind you, yeah (hey)
black power
yah, murder gang, uh
run and make a n*gga lose his vertebrae, uh
southside n*gga, murder everything, uh
shots fire, make a n*gga run, man (fire, fire)
i sent your grandma a d*ck pic, uh
got that b*tch all on my d*ck tip, uh
i am so strange like a misfit, uh
kick that b*tch out, she indifferent, uh
feel a n*gga mind, see a n*gga grind
f*ckin’ gold mine of a mind
full kai, super saiyan on these n*ggas
fightin’ birds in the d*mn sky ’cause i’m d*mn fly–
ayy, ayy joey, ayy joey, i’m just… i’m just gon’ stop rapping
i’m just gon’ stop rapping right now, on this song
not… i mean, not in… not in
in general, but just on this song ’cause
you slumped out?
i ain’t… yeah, i ain’t tryna… i ain’t tryna destroy these n*ggas
sike!
ayy, grind on my d*ck like a ripstik, uh
my body count is like 60, uh
your b*tch on me, she need cpr
i f*cked that b*tch right on dvr
i slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
i sucked her toes, yes i’m freaky, yes
caught a grand theft just like gta
if he talk sh*t, watch me beat him, ayy
hop on that beat and i beat the a
work*work*work, shout out to riri, ayy
keep a blade on me like sasuke, uh
shout out my n*gga imdontai, uh
build to the p*ssy like fortnite, uh
my d*ck is stuck in your wh0re like—
oww!
¡cabrón! ¿qué tú dijiste?
bae, it’s just a lyric, bae
¿qué tú dijiste?
i’m sorry
look, i ain’t gotta force it
this that youngest on the 30 under forbes list (that cashin’ out)
yeah, i be cashin’ out, i be cashin’ out (money)
i moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (that fortress)
i said i made a few million in some weeks, b*tch (in some weeks)
hey, told the world about it, ain’t no secret (secret)
you n*ggas worried ’bout the crown, worried ’bout the crown (worried)
f*ck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (they can keep it)

- jok1 le chef lyrics

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