Lyrics Hank McCoy - King P

Call me St Nick
I′m in my bag now
Not for one day
I'm talking year round
Money talks
Then I′m conversing
But that ain't coming outta your mouth
Was gonna dumb it down
For these dumb niggas
But I ain't a dummy though
All green on my body baby
Talking Peter Pan
Y′all niggas Rufio
Wish to be fly
I ain′t wishing
I grind
Niggas be hella fake
I Just peep the disguise
I guarantee it's niggas hearing this and be feeling a way
You should get out your feelings nigga
And get just to the chase
I see niggas tryna sprint with me
But this a marathon
Always gon keep the bag close
Fly nigga
With a carry on
Savage mode always activated
You wouldn′t know
Cause I stay calm
Some day ones gon eat with me
The other niggas
They plate gone
God damn
I pop up like State Farm
Cause hip hop they broke this
Putting niggas on notice
Dividing the paper
Let's get to the quotient
This ain′t no quote shit
I know that they hear my nigga
I'm moving fearless my nigga
We rush you like clearance my nigga
Throw the hublot out the P jet
Got damn look how time flies
I been on my grind like
Thick bitches with fat thighs
Mama said it′s gonna be hurdles
Told her I'm gon bear this shit
Niggas gon wan dick ride
Helen Keller I don't hear that shit
R Kelly
Don′t get me pissed
And fuck up my revenue
Fresh pair of nikes my nigga
I step in a check or two
See what this check′ll do
Look how they sweating you
They wasn't riding then
But now a nigga make Uber moves

Keep this shit text book
And stay out your feelings my nigga
Keep this shit text book
And stay out your feelings my nigga
Keep this shit text book
And stay out your feelings my nigga
Keep this shit text book
And stay out your feelings my nigga

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