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the king / the $ticky wave (feat. lil tay) - $ticky gang lyrics

[part 1]

[intro: nick eh 30]
oh you think you’re the king?
i’m the king (mods, ban them all)

[chorus: king young stick]
i shot that lil’ b*tch with the draco
scopin’ him down, like galileo
he owe me a kilo in pesos
i take 15%, just like geico
got 0s that look like they typos
got 0s that look like they typos (yeah)

[verse 1: king young stick]
f*ckin’ some dudes for a bankroll, i’m on the payroll
suckin’ him off, i’m tryna take his soul
eatin’ me out, like he in the super bowl
he only 2 inches, got a lil’ micro
creamin’ in him while we havin’ intercourse
bustin’ inside his cheeks with maximum force
paralyze him and show no remorse
open his legs like i open these doors
rip his d*ck off and i feast on the warts
f*ck on his body while it’s just a corpse (uh, uh)
f*ck on these men ’cause they just my lil’ b*tches
i don’t even love ’em, i get sucked to get some release
and test new techniques, the cheeks, i’m bustin’ and cummin’ inside ’em
he ridin’, i’m writin’ these lyrics, he bounce ’cause of physics
these critics, they wanna diss us ’cause they don’t understand the significance of*
[part 2]

[intro: king young stick]
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 2: king young stick]
g*y rap in the new generation
breakin’ through, revolution, uprisin’ like i’m haitian
g*y rights, g*y fights for freedom, for peace, for rubbin’ on the meat
condom distribution, cream transfusions, f*ckin’ everyday
out the way, i got to say, that this is not a charade
i want men, on my meat, i want them to have a feast
want to stroke, want to beat, want to wake up and repeat
on a mission, on an expedition, of the *n*l cavity
need h0m*s*xuality to actually, efficiently ignition thee to succeed academically, systemically, beat racial inequality, and qualify for royalties to be treated like royalty, the new wave starts with men dedicated to flamboyancy and loyalty and prematurely understanding the significance of fluency in h0m*s*xuality and jenis abnormalities, cause reality is the g*y fantasy, this is not no fallacy, the phalluses rub in the palaces where god is all they see (uh)

[verse 3: lil tay]
lil tay gettin’ all this money yeah
all this money yeah, they said i fell off but now they runnin’ yeah
i’m huntin’ yah, (gunshots)
shootin’ at police, and shootin’ at the opps
lookin’ at the clock, 5:00 pm, bedtime
drive home in the lamborghini (it’s my mom’s)
skkrt, skkrt, big money, big money
$ticky gang is possibly the greatest rap group ever made (that’s the truth)
lil tay out!
[outro]
as the blood seeps through the mahogany floorboards, the cream wave overloads the senses of those bewildered by misery, reuniting them with their ability to* (gunshots)

- ticky gang lyrics

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