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us are kings - nya white & slimey tay lyrics

[chorus: slimey tay]
what you know ’bout having a petty b*tch, that always wearing different birkin bags?
what you know ’bout bringing him to the crib, and the boy a rat?
“what you know ’bout a n*gga slid?” i know you’ll gon’ tell ’em ass
b*tch n*gga we are big kings, you didn’t know ’bout that
pop a pill, break the glass
demin tears, denim bags
say gang, say that
just for some cheese, the boy gon’ rat
what you know ’bout amg? you can go ask my n*gga zacck
what you know ’bout no cap n*gga? ralo really be on your ass

[verse 1: slimey tay]
i can’t be around hyper n*ggas, they gone do the most
i can’t be around the beach n*gga, i really love the cold
key got locked up cause he got caught sn*tchin’ a soul
b*tch you a wack n*gga, why the f*ck did you rat on your bro
my wrist might make catch a cold
my nig* might make me catch your bro
you need some money let me know
the feds really be on all the phones
all these n*ggas gon’ be mad if i get crowned m.i.p
yeah n*gga i froze up like a wrist, used to be the sea
why the f*ck you snitch, y’all were on the same team
n*ggas scared of me, cause i’m really a fien
[chorus: slimey tay & nocapralo]
what you know ’bout having a petty b*tch, that always wearing different birkin bags?
what you know ’bout bringing him to the crib, and the boy a rat?
“what you know ’bout a n*gga slid?” i know you’ll gon’ tell ’em ass
b*tch n*gga we are big kings, you didn’t know ’bout that
pop a pill, break the glass
demin tears, denim bags
say gang, say that
just for some cheese, the boy gon’ rat
what you know ’bout amg? you can go ask my n*gga zacck
what you know ’bout no cap n*gga? ralo really be on your ass, yeah yeah

[verse 2: nocapralo]
what you know ’bout my n*ggas, b*tch
n*gga what you know ’bout lil sinner, yeah
what you know ’bout my n*ggas, yeah
srapped up, please do not f*ck with twinlem
n*gga you should care, please don’t interfere, you can get popped up
popped up, please don’t f*ck with us, you gon’ be a perk
i get free sh*t out the store, i’m f*cking the clerk
all my opps really creepin’ n*gga, all my opps lerk
if a n*gga even go to my hood, you gon’ get smoke
n*gga don’t need to ask questions you know why he on da flo
you know what we really on, you know why the bullets on the floor
n*gga can get smoked up like gelotto, make your body cold
[chorus: slimey tay]
what you know ’bout having a petty b*tch, that always wearing different birkin bags?
what you know ’bout bringing him to the crib, and the boy a rat?
“what you know ’bout a n*gga slid?” i know you’ll gon’ tell ’em ass
b*tch n*gga we are big kings, you didn’t know ’bout that
pop a pill, break the glass
demin tears, denim bags
say gang, say that
just for some cheese, the boy gon’ rat
what you know ’bout amg? you can go ask my n*gga zacck
what you know ’bout no cap n*gga? ralo really be on your ass

[verse 3: almighty zacck & slimey tay]
what you know ’bout controlling the streets? n*ggas dead silent
what you know ’bout n*ggas being scared? ain’t n0body out
what you know ’bout that pha, pha? yeah that choppa sound
n*gga really gonna answer the judge, what you know about?
i know like 16 n*ggas, i push right to the rear (phew)
n*gga n*ggas tryna start war, and they know the king ain’t lil (oh yeah)
traumatised, that n*gga pick up the switch, when his momma died (d*mn)
i ain’t gon’ lie, when i was 15 i f*cked a b*tch that was 29
what you know ’bout taking time, heatin’ water to cook your noodles up? (what you know?)
what you know ’bout bein’ in the streets and don’t even know who to trust?
lil bro was really slime, takin’ risk right in the lamb trusk
what you know ’bout a n*gga tryna sneak you, and still got the ups on ’em? (okay)
what your lil homie at? you and your b*tch n*gga tryna run
a hole right in his back, and that n*gga was your ace, but he ain’t that
like what you doin’? like he ain’t told on your quad, like he ain’t rat
like what you doin’? didn’t have a bl!ck, and got your wig sn*tch (for real)
free lil bro in the pin, rat on ’em, why the f*ck did you rat on ’em (free key)
n*ggas watchin’ what i’m doin’ lookin’ over my shoulder
these n*gga gonna rat on ’em, just for a lil money (lil money)
n*gga i retired from trappin’, i was there monday to sunday (i’m tired)
n*gga really fakin’ you better not call ’em slatt (you better not)
n*gga on that baby talk, i’m gon’ pat ’em on the back (burp ’em)
she a cannibal she eatin’ d*ck, that’s her favorite snack (she a freak)
i keep a pistol on me, put it on my lap (nya we love you)

- nya white slimey tay lyrics

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