Nas feat. RaVaughn - Royalty paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Royalty - Nas feat. RaVaughn



Whatever you do, your King gon' wind up dead
Young queen, cross your legs
Put a crown on your head, and remove the chain
Even diamond chains are for slaves
Don't step foot in no penitentiary, oh
Don't taste the poison
No, don't your bear them within me (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty
But they gon' know when they see us
I know a fraud, once fell on his own sword
Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad
His lady's crazy, and it bugs me
Behind he best friend's back, she call her best friend baby ugly
Less then a week ago
He beatin' his dick to a freak he know
She talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone
Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up
Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut
He holdin' his face, he out the door
She yellin' out the window, "You can stay with that whore"
Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze
Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more
Fraud ass niggas, who like to front and big talk
Never swung at nobody, never lit a gun spark
Big '97 Benz, with the old body
Pulls up the corner, out jumps his whole party
Whatever you do, your King gon' wind up dead
Young queen, cross your legs
Put a crown on your head, and remove the chain
Even diamond chains are for slaves
Don't step foot in no penitentiary, oh
Don't taste the poison
No, don't your bear them within me (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty (Nigga)
But they gon' know when they see us
Yo
Football wives, basketball wives
Mistresses slash more tires with knives
They lookin' for a dollar, I'm lookin' for a [?], to turn to a shotta
Spot a King of Diamonds, onyx, one bitch get it off the floor
Other chick out of a man's pockets
What kind of shows you be watchin'?
This shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with
I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds
Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes peep
Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love
Nothin' like comin' home to grub
Netflix hugs, with a wet kiss
The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records
I need that moral support
Give me a reason to spoil you more
Make 'em jealous of who we are
Whatever you do, your King gon' wind up dead
Young queen, cross your legs
Put a crown on your head, and remove the chain
Even diamond chains are for slaves
Don't step foot in no penitentiary, oh
Don't taste the poison
No, don't your bear them within me (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty
But they gon' know when they see us
Try'na get my niggas legitimate
Shit is ugly, my dude's strugglin', drug dealer shit
Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga fit his next cap
Drunk liquor bit, young black militant
Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit
Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip
Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get
How this dude rich, snuck in with no citizenship
Motivation, so I get off my ass
I'ma star in a movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast
Read the Forbes pages, lookin' at G4's
Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases
Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far
Smoke weed, and count paper
I'm about paper and pussy, and buyin' the bar
Fly ass niggas are jealous of who we are
Whatever you do, your King gon' wind up dead
Young queen, cross your legs
Put a crown on your head, and remove the chain
Even diamond chains are for slaves
Don't step foot in no penitentiary, oh
Don't taste the poison
No, don't your bear them within me (No), no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty
But they gon' know when they see us



Writer(s): chauncey hollis, christopher breaux, nasir jones


Nas feat. RaVaughn - The Lost Tapes 2
Album The Lost Tapes 2
date de sortie
19-07-2019



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