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after me - lil king (chicago) lyrics

[intro: lil king]
all these demons comin’ after me
it’s so much sh*t that can be said, but i won’t say a thing
flip it like monopoly
some n*ggas hatin’, mad ’cause they can’t be on top with me
of course they gon’ be shootin’, i’m just—, got my pops with me
too much money been put up, hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me
(ayo, archie, this sh*t so hard)

[chorus: lil king]
i come through trim, put on some red bottoms and celine (my red bottoms)
my dog got crossed, i guess that’s why these demons comin’ after me (i guess that’s why these demons comin’ after me)
it’s so much sh*t that can be said, but i won’t say a thing (but i won’t say a thing)
’cause i’m just tryna get this bread and flip it like monopoly (tryna get this bread and flip it like monopoly)
know some n*ggas hatin’, mad ’cause they can’t be on top with me (n*ggas mad ’cause they can’t be on top with me)
and them people out to get me, i’m just prayin’ that i got my pops with me (i’m just prayin’ that i got my pops with me)
too much money been put up, hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me (hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me)
tryna book me, you gotta pay a price ’cause i don’t pop out for free (’cause i don’t pop out for free)

[verse 1: lil king]
richard mille on my wrist, this b*tch cost ’bout two hundred gs (this b*tch cost ’bout two hundred gs)
we’ll rain shots up at them boys if they tryna pop with me (if they tryna pop with me)
we don’t change spots, we in that same spot with all this heat (we in that same spot)
took a loss and got that sh*t right back, i’m back up on my feet (i’m back up on my feet)
f*ckin’ this b*tch, my phone ring, your ex callin’, i was sleep (your ex callin’, i was sleep)
had to put that b*tch in check, this chess ’cause ain’t no callin’ me (this chess ’cause ain’t no callin’ me)
know i’m wrong, but still feel like i’m right ’cause money all i see (’cause money all i see)
i’m doin’ wrong, but still can’t change my life, i’m in this sh*t too deep (’cause i’m in this sh*t too deep)
double cup feelings, put it in some wock’ (put it in some wock’)
we make all the noise, we the city hot (we the city hot)
ain’t stressin’ ’bout no b*tch ’cause i got plenty thots (’cause i got plenty thots)
when i hit it raw, sh*t, i’m gon’ hit the spot (i’m gon’ hit the spot)
lil king turn her on, but she say when he man around, he make her titties drop
[chorus: lil king]
i come through trim, put on some red bottoms and celine (red bottoms and celine)
my dog got crossed, i guess that’s why these demons comin’ after me (i guess that’s why these demons comin’ after me)
it’s so much sh*t that can be said, but i won’t say a thing (no, i won’t say a f*ckin’ thing)
’cause i’m just tryna get this bread and flip it like monopoly (flip it like monopoly)
know some n*ggas hatin’, mad ’cause they can’t be on top with me (’cause they can’t be on top with me)
and them people out to get me, i’m just prayin’ that i got my pops with me (that i got my pops with me)
too much money been put up, hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me (hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me)
tryna book me, you gotta pay a price ’cause i don’t pop out for free (’cause i don’t pop out for free)

[verse 2: yfg fatso]
this b*tch f*ckin’ on my clan, why she think she gon’ stop on me? (why she think she gon’ stop on me?)
i’m doin’ everything i can, they don’t know ’bout what they can’t see (what they can’t see)
it’s two hundred behind my head, if you try us, bring heat (try us, bring heat)
i dropped my chain off on my brother hands, it got ate by a freak (it got ate by a freak)
we bring them foreigns out, my love no longer sittin’ there, you could see
.300 blackout slap the eagle out the air, now he can’t eat (now that’s all gone)
red guts inside the scat, so i let blood drip on my seat
my favorite b*tch don’t like me textin’ other hoes, bet it ain’t me
i’m tryna leave, but my heart filled with doubt (heart filled with doubt)
i don’t know what she on, i’m plottin’ on puttin’ her out (i’m plottin’ on puttin’ her out)
head inside my ass, i’m out here runnin’ around (out here runnin’ around)
catch one i don’t like, i’m quick to gun him down (i’m gunnin’ him down)
hoes, they go to men, when i come in, they don’t say friend, they drop they panties down

[chorus: lil king]
i come through trim, put on some red bottoms and celine (put on red bottoms)
my dog got crossed, i guess that’s why these demons comin’ after me (demons comin’ after me)
it’s so much sh*t that can be said, but i won’t say a thing (but i won’t say a thing)
’cause i’m just tryna get this bread and flip it like monopoly (flip it like monopoly)
know some n*ggas hatin’, mad ’cause they can’t be on top with me (n*ggas mad ’cause they can’t be on top with me)
and them people out to get me, i’m just prayin’ that i got my pops with me (that i got my pops with me)
too much money been put up, hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me (hope they don’t think ’bout stoppin’ me)
tryna book me, you gotta pay a price ’cause i don’t pop out for free (’cause i don’t pop out for free)

- lil king chicago lyrics

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