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they don't really want it - king lunar lyrics

[intro]
the young king: tyk
lunar lexx: banko gang
the young king: gang
lunar lexx: gang
the young king: gang
lunar lexx: bang
both: gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[first chorus (back and forth)]
ll: they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it (stop)
tyk:they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it (nah)
ll: n*ggas get to running when they see us coming
(skrrrt)
tyk: all my n*ggas savage, p*ssy boy get done in (bop, bop)
they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it (nah)
ll: they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it (stop)
tyk: my name carry weight, i’m who not to f*ck wit
ll: 30 hollows flying aiming at ya stomach
[the young king verse 1]
huffing, puffing on the gas like the big bad wolf
all my n*ggas aligned with the young king
like knight, queen, bishop, rook
down for whatever, n*gga what’s the look
bro finally home feel like 30 years
since he first got booked
talking out ya neck to me and ya soul get took
f*ck around and get stomped out
like i got hooves
ouchea doing everything they said i couldn’t
what’s bankin’?

[lunar lexx verse 1]
pistol whip em til my wrist snap
44 with the kickback
p*ssy n*gga better get back
get ya b*tch murked and ya kids sn*tched
why do these all think that i’m playin, nina stay wit me, i think that we datin
in ya crib all black i look a raven
spitting this fire b*tch i’m burning satan

[the young king verse 2]
been plotting and patient
been watching and waiting
perfecting my aim
it’s magnified and greater
headshots for the haters
hit targets wherever
it’s all about angles
i’m fly but no angel
ascend like vegeta
my best friend named frieza
the name may sound cold
but don’t play with the heater
shoot faster than cheetahs
with sights of an eagle
three stripes on the feet uh
shout out my adidas
[lunar lexx verse 2]
headshots all day p*ssy take off vest
tyk banko you know we the best
you is not hard n*gga don’t try to flex
why all these n*ggas be sleeping on lexx
i am a savage put n*ggas caskets
my aim is perfect stephen curry the basket
run in ya crib bl**dy stains on the mattress
a goon to these streets n*gga i’m wreaking havoc
(yaaaah)

[reversed chorus (back and forth)]
they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it (nah)
ll: they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it (stop)
tyk: n*ggas get to running when they see us coming
(skrrrt)
ll: all my n*ggas savage, p*ssy boy get done in
they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it
tyk: they don’t really want it, they don’t really want it
ll: my name carry weight, i’m who not to f*ck with
tyk: 30 hollows flying aiming at ya stomach

[lunar lexx verse 3]
why all these n*ggas so scared and so shook
my team full of monsters b*tch don’t even look
i run with them k!llers, the mobsters, the crooks
ya b*tch gimmie face like she readin a book
shoot first questions later the opps we can’t trust em
pick up the semi we pop em then dump em
my block is on fire yea hot like a oven
round here you get murked for the n*ggas you run wit
[the young king verse 3]
why the be hating, that sh*t is so quizzical
headshot with red dot, accurate and critical
the glass ain’t half full d*mn right i’m a cynical
only by his graces do i remain biblical
my mind is polluted crazy thoughts is intrusive
me and my hammer disputing
she thinking that i’m abusive
see through ya facade that sh*t is translucent
better watch what you doing these n*ggas
snakes and they fluking

[lunar lexx verse 4]
the heart of lion the face of a demon
leavin em breathless i hear they souls screamin
i’m in ya house give it up i ain’t leavin
i dare you to move n*gga gimmie a reason
i’m switchin these guns like i switch up sneaks
you switch on the gang b*tch you goin 6 feet
chop his ass up body parts hide and seek
leave his legs in the ocean his head on a beach

[the young king verse 4]
throwing up the hands boy it’s banko fam
they tryna peep game n*gga toucan sam
go to war for my guys like vietnam
never had to worry i’ll get out the jam
can’t f*ck with a n*gga holding out his hand
n*gga watch what you doing
don’t beef with my mans
now we in the car riding deep
we don’t need a plan
now we in the car riding deep
you gotta see the clan

[lunar lexx verse 5]
i am gremlin please don’t get me hype
shoot sh*t for fun we can do this all night
that n*gga scared see it all in his eyes
ya team movin backwards mine bout to take flight
them n*ggas is nice?
you should k!ll all the hype
they couldn’t get fly in a plane in the sky
devour opponents b*tch cut out the lights
and it’s banko fam til the day that i die

[the young king verse 5]
we on some next level ill sh*t
like rick and morty
already got the k!ll switch
loaded up in the 40
put the chop to ya top
don’t beg for ya life
cuz that sh*t is boring
not me when i’m sober
that’s why i stay soarin
always down to fight
like those b*tches on maury
all summer 2020 we finna be tourin
speakin that sh*t into existence
got a few names wrote down on the hit list
no body gon be found
when i’m done my business
no prints and no witness
moving weight just like it’s fitness
this tool on my waist
is essential equipment
and just know wherever i go
i got the gang wimme
off the big gas and the bottle
you know we litty
whether that sh*t off the top or it’s written
still iller than most of y’all n*ggas
banko!

- king lunar lyrics

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