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investigation on princeton - lil king (chicago) lyrics

[intro]
huh, come here, where the f*ck is you goin’, lil’ n*gga? (lmc, give me some game)
y’all know how the f*ck we comin’, man
free nono, free lil go, n*gga, free the whole clan

[verse]
huh, we’ll go stand on a n*gga ourself (on a n*gga ourself)
shots to his chest got him gaspin’ for breath (got him gaspin’ for breath)
it ain’t a lot of him, i’m tryna get it up out of him, all i see is blood spill (all i see is blood spill)
i’m on the 8 with a chopper and it’s forty*five in it, i left the switch in the crib (i left my switch in the crib)
big guns, we got a lot of ’em, you could come try it, you know you gon’ die with your bl!ck (come on, you know you gon’ die with it)
every day, i’m gettin’ pape’, but that don’t even matter, the wholе ‘raq know that we lit (whole ‘raq know that we lit)
i don’t got sh*t for a n*gga, whеn i ain’t this happy, them n*ggas weren’t givin’ me sh*t (them n*ggas ain’t give up sh*t)
n*ggas talk tough on the ‘net just to get a lil’ clout ’til lil’ brodie hop out, get to spittin’ (he hop out, get to spittin’)
ain’t nan’ opp stood on sh*t, how the f*ck you come shoot up the whole d*mn party and ain’t hit sh*t? (how the f*ck you come shoot up the block and you miss?)
in the back of the black with a .223, bad b*tch on the side, some thick sh*t (she thick)
i done ran up a whole d*mn hundred and somethin’ in a week, they could tell we been rich (b*tch, we been rich)
i don’t wanna talk no more, b*tch, i’m gettin’ pape’, i’m doin’ sh*t you ain’t did (they ain’t did)
lil’ bro put an opp on the floor and that n*gga ain’t die, but he d*mn near knocked off eight limbs (mm, come here)
why you dive with the ones who can’t swim? (come here)
brodie caught some lil’ shots and he ate them (where you goin’?)
tryna tweak with the clan, n*gga gon’ get k!lled, you know that we stand on all ten
we applyin’ that pressure, forever, it’s smoke, b*tch, we knockin’ off any and every man (we knockin’ ’em off)
i been sippin’ on lean, b*tch, i’m pourin’ up fours, all this purple sh*t makin’ my head spin (it’s makin’ my head spin)
it’s too many dracs in the whip, i don’t think you won’t shoot at me (i don’t think you won’t shoot at me)
ran this sh*t up by myself, ain’t no you and me (n*gga, ain’t no you and me)
i was outside with a drac’ and a coolin’ kit ready to burn them n*ggas (i got drac’ with a coolin’ kit)
my cousin ‘nem taught me to clap, i am not really new to this (i am not really new to this)
come through the 8 with an eight, get your shooter hit (come get your shooter hit)
i’m in a hot with lil’ nuni tryna burn them n*ggas (yeah, i’m tryna burn them n*ggas)

- lil king chicago lyrics

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