paroles de chanson KING OF THE HILLS (feat. Trippie Redd) - Trippie Redd , Chris King

(Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Skrrt, skrrt (Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on)
Gang (800), ha

And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin'
Give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel, huh

These niggas wan' be me, huh (Yeah, wan' be me)
They won't win and beat me, huh (Won't beat me, yeah)
Met a bitch named Cici, huh (Yeah, CC)
She wanna come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me)
Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese's cup
Turn her Reese's Pieces (Reese's Pieces), huh, let her suck my Reese's Puff (Reese's Pieces)
Told that bitch, "Hop up on my D-I-C-K," (Uh, bitch)
Let that bitch know, I don't P-L-A-Y (Ah)
Took her to the crib and fucked that bitch in my AND1's (Ah)
Boy don't want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah)
I don't trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah)
Niggas throwin' blows, pussy bitch, better land one (Bah)
Talkin' out your ass, lil' jit, understand some' (Haha)
The last nigga did that shit lost his damn life

And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin'
Give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel, huh

(Snot)
I be locked up if the cops do a dollar
I spin his block like a ballet recital
Bricks off-white with the
Childish codeine in baby bottles
I'm pushin' snow like Denver, Colorado
My cover girl hold my strap, super model
Ain't get the message with the semi-auto (You will)
I hit the tree hard as Sunny (Blatt)
Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto'
I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto
Ironic how I fill the opp with hollows
Fuck him, his mother really should've swallowed (Slatt)
We gon' do 'em sicker than a snot nose
How many rolls and condos
Drug money, it ain't a bongo
Shoutout to the jungles, that ain't the Congo
Make a goofy skate, nigga, mongo
Got a Asian freak, bring desango
I can't kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah)
Turn a famous nigga to a John Doe
I whip up this brick old as a dino'
Sword torch beef like a gyro
Independent, nigga, what you sign for?
Hittin' the bullseye with a blindfold (Snot), yeah, yeah

And you know I'm the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I'm on the block, I'm not tryna play, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I'm in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin'
Give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

This ain't that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain't that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil' bitch
I'm not tryna feel, huh