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Campaigne
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IAM King
Nigga im a king,
Step into ring,
Bet ya boys won't leave,
Nigga Im a king
Give a fuck bout a hater
All eyes on me
Nigga im King
you don't know bout me,
So Dont worried bout me,
Nigga Imma King
You don't wanna see me,
I am not human bein,
Nigga Imma King
Nigga im a King,
Stay in yo lane,
Everything I touch gold King Midas my chains.
Boy stop playin,
I know you ain't about yo cash,
You all in my pockets niggas why the fuck would you ask,
how much do I have,
Bow down talkin to me,
There's a legend in the Makin who you fixin be,
Another nigga at my head cause you envyin me,
Well nigga take ya best shot feelin froggish then leap.
But don't sleep,
Have them shooters at yo bed,
Got a thirst blood lately and i ain't been fed.
Off wit his head,
All yo niggas soft like Ted,
Chew em up and spit me out like im allergic to eggs.
Where is ya Cred,
Promise you don't want that beef,
Got a whole lot of bulls you ain't ready to meet.
It ain't a win Atleast i finish walkin out with your teeth,
Campaigne that nigga wtf do you mean bitch.
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I Screamin out Callin all troops,
We in the Buildin,
These niggas want war,
Well fuck lets give it.
Im wit it,
Boy I grew up in a prison,
My parents ain't have no chill with they children.
We killin,
Straight out the 517,
Robin Hood done turned a King from muhfuckin peasant.
Said I was destined,
Lord sent a gift from the heavens,
Came to get the job done and I askin no questions.
Boy im legend,
You niggas don't know it yet,
Bout to show some niggas up that u be callin vet.
Don't be upset,
Action speaks louder then words,
Out here cookin up hits boy that ain't been heard.
Don't be scurd,
When I show up at yo do,
I don't aim for hearts homie Naw I'm takin ya soul,
Look into ya eyes love to see a grown man froze,
Ain't nothin you can do when u playin wit ghost.
Nigga
I feel like I'm the coldest nigga in the world,
My swag so Hot these niggas sick watch em hurl
My mistress rock 69 like earl,
She climb on top and make tht pussy do a twirl.
Pop champagne,
lil mama pop tht ass do the damn thang.
Go and take last shot to yacdamn brain,
Nd pour some henne on some rocks for a damn King CAMPAIGNE.
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