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kxng - kxng crooked lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, take a look at me and see a t-tan on a throne
me and my n-gg-s we keep a bad b-tch biting on a bone
hold up though, what you lil’ n-gg-s know?
how you writin’ on a song
h-lla pathetic with telekinetics
start thinking of lines and my pen start writing on its own
the jedi order, i mastered this sh-t; a jedi warrior
yeah i warned you
i’ma be keeping you one eye on ya
like an insomniac, n-gg- with a dead eye
how much you wanna bet i h–rd the—illest sh-ts alive
i had a dream i was playing footsies with a girl from [?]
so i walk up out the bed i ordered
i took her from florida, she a red-eye border now
i’m rubbing the cl-t, she sucking the d-ck
who’s p-ssy is this? i ain’t even need to ask
but that’s as far as i’ma go though
i’ma let you freaky n-gg-s [?] black twitter, eat her -ss
back to the grind, probably think i’m with the kinkos just to sing you this song
so many facts in the rhymes
crooked i’s back in his prime
but nowadays they call me the kxng

[hook]
k-x-n-g though
the x is roman numerals (for ten)
i’m times better than i ever been

sick as an embryo
even before then the greek historian
[?] this he let history know
the face of the sphinx
the drawing on the pyramid’s walls
was all of this negro?

[verse 2]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ king
all h-ll
you can hate on me and i’ma wish y’all well
cuz on the stairway to heaven i saw h-ll
did it all with my c.o.b. cartel
the way i be rocking the bells i should call l
i don’t want problems at all
but if the beef pop in the streets
we would start beat-boxing
boo-boo-ta-ta [?]
i don’t understand the mentality
of n-gg-s who wanna randomly challenge me
in the band of reality
automatically mad at me
cuz i won’t hand ’em a salary
demanding me to give ’em what’s mine
you outta ya mind, thinking you can f-ck with the family
n-gg- that has to be insanity
you understanding me
i’m amityville mixed with
mister hannibal lector packing a hammer to shatter you
get it poppin’ like shabba-doo
get your wig peeled
get your face on the windshield
got to grab you off the gl-ss like an alley-oop
do the sh-t and burn rubber in a caddy coupe
cali boys, we ain’t like y’all rap stars
but we do like jewelry and fast cars
i’d rather fill this room with hoes, chill
and forget about 12 on the last bars

[hook]
k-x-n-g though
the x is roman numerals (for ten)
i’m times better than i ever been

in a room full of rappers i’d be the elephant
elephant in the room cuz n-body wanna mention
that i been one of the best on the west
since i touched down on corrupt sound
on the streets is a motha’
mothaf-cka that’s one thousand

- kxng crooked lyrics

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