T.I. – King (Lyrics | Video)

T.I. interpreteaza piesa King

Versuri (lyrics):

Just observe and acknowledge when the occasion is risen to by champions, you know what I’m sayin’?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me, it ain’t no secret, you know what’s happenin’.
No fake, no flaw, man.
Straight like that. It’s the king.

You lay down, lay down, you lay down
I’m a king…

Make no mistake girl
Real as it gets

A1 for day 1
Play around if you want and get hammered, leave you on your…
I come from Atlanta, the 80s and 90s but we was as real as it gets
And that’s why we still here
Best watch what you say, you could pay with your life tonight
Go around and get killed
As I pray to the Lord, tell him if I should die tonight
First let me put up a mil
Inside of the hands of one of the men
Who’s gonna go kill or go to the pen
If ever should blood out my body may spill
The ni*ga, their partner, their family, they’re killed
I’m talking for real, you kicking that rah-rah to me
I LOL, shit’s haha to me
N*gga ever disrespect, I wave bye bye to him
Got a Maybach, it’s just like a Mazda to him
Chew him, up like the mouth in the teeth
Or you drop to beneath the belly of the beast
Geesh, call me the chief
The capo, capisce? Got the streets on a leash
The way that I walk it, exactly the way that I talk it
One took a hit and he rest in a coffin
Forever for all of that shit he was talkin
You go against me, what you better do, shawty, is

You lay down, lay down, you lay down
I’m a king…

Despicable me, I’m no typical G, got your bi*ch on her knees
When I skeet in her.
Only came in here for what I wanted and shit that I don’t
If you have it, you keep
I’m so diabolical, dick harder than a cut molecule
You say she wifey, I say she a party girl
Type to eat bi*ches out when she on molly
You’ll never know, which is to me that shit’s obvious
She say you’re pitiful, they think you’re popular
That ain’t gon keep my lil partner from popping yah
Take it, you dropping, you cement your bottle
So won’t be no popping up, body’s erased
No weapon, no charge, no witness, no questions
No stressing, no body, no case
Errbody okay, I will off that guy with my chopper, I throw it away
You can just buy me a cake
And most of the ni*gas you see standing by me today
Were trapping with me in the A
And down here we always three bi*ches, Rodeo, LA
And killers who do what we say
This could be the end of you today
My gunner run into you today
Here’s what I suggest you do when they spray.

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