Songtexte For the King - Jvny

I know you fucking with my swag now
Yea I'm in my bag now
They see we making movies
And they don't how to act
I'm really on my boss shit
Looking like a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother fucking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king now

Said it's my mother fucking timepiece
Yeah, I'm rolling up grams
With a mother fucking dime piece
Designer clothes and diamond robes
You know I only fuck with like
The finest hoes
Uh-huh
I got Tazs Angels chilling on stand-by
But I want you girl
I wanna make yo mans cry
I'm really winning by a landslide
I ain't just an artist
I'm a mother fucking franchise
I been on my game now
Yeah I make it rain
In the club
Everywhere I go
You know they know my name
Yea I got em' feeling salty
Now I go against the grain, dawg
I been in the gym, boy
I'll hit you like a train
Yeah, ya shawty give me brain
Like a lobotomy
So I took her round the world
Like geography
Yeah, I play games with her mind
Like monopoly
And now you know I own that pussy
Like property
And then I said

I know you fucking with my swag now
Yea I'm in my bag now
They see we making movies
And they don't how to act
I'm really on my boss shit
Looking like a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother fucking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king now

How the fuck a bad bitch
With a cheapskate
Broke mother fucker
Girl I got condos in three states
I got drive like the freeway
So you know I really go to work
On that pussy with the briefcase
I got interviews on talk shows
Girl you know the Summer gon' be mine
I'm dropping bombs
With the launch codes
Yeah I know it's been a long road
I'm about to hit a triple double
In award shows
I been with my manager
We planning on a new tour
First I hit the mall and buy
Every pair of Jordan's in the shoe store
They said i'm beat
And I produced more
Now I got they ex bitch chilling
Giving head up in my two door
I whistled at her
Like a teapot
Smoking on that
So loud
You could hear it through the sheetrock
I eat her out
I hit her weak spots
Legs shaking
I ain't playing
(Doof-doof)
Girl, I beat box
Yeah

I know you fucking with my swag now
Yea I'm in my bag now
They see we making movies
And they don't how to act
I'm really on my boss shit
Looking like a don
Cuban link
Yeah, the hoes stare
When i put it on
I'm a mother fucking dope boy spitter
With this thing now
Yeah, you know I'm looking like that hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king now