Lil Dušan-King-(Scale: Major) (Official audio).
[Hook] Yeah, I'm the fuckin' king, crown drippin' blood and ice, Haters talk that weak shit, gettin' bodied twice. I roll up in the whip, exhaust spittin' flames, Fuck your feelings, bitch—I'm winnin' all the games. Smoke clouds in the air, purple haze in my veins, These rappers soft as tissue, I'm bringin' real pain. Stackin' racks to the moon, no cap, no lie, Middle finger to the sky—watch the haters die! [Verse] Step in the booth, I murder tracks like a serial killer, Flow so cold it give your bitch the fuckin' chills, nigga. You drop weak-ass singles, sound like nursery rhymes, I'm spittin' nuclear bars, end of days, end times. Pockets on obese, wallet lookin' pregnant as fuck, While you scrollin' on the 'Gram, dreamin' 'bout my bucks. I fuck the game raw, no condom, no lube, Leave the industry pregnant with a style that's new. Chain hangin' heavy, got the diamonds doin' backflips, Your favorite rapper's a bitch—send him my condolences quick. I came from the gutter, now the penthouse my crib, Pourin' Ace of Spades while your career do a flip. [Hook] Yeah, I'm the fuckin' king, crown drippin' blood and ice, Haters talk that weak shit, gettin' bodied twice. I roll up in the whip, exhaust spittin' flames, Fuck your feelings, bitch—I'm winnin' all the games. Smoke clouds in the air, purple haze in my veins, These rappers soft as tissue, I'm bringin' real pain. Stackin' racks to the moon, no cap, no lie, Middle finger to the sky—watch the haters die!
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[Hook] Yeah, I'm the fuckin' king, crown drippin' blood and ice, Haters talk that weak shit, gettin' bodied twice. I roll up in the whip, exhaust spittin' flames, Fuck your feelings, bitch—I'm winnin' all the games. Smoke clouds in the air, purple haze in my veins, These rappers soft as tissue, I'm bringin' real pain. Stackin' racks to the moon, no cap, no lie, Middle finger to the sky—watch the haters die! [Verse] Step in the booth, I murder tracks like a serial killer, Flow so cold it give your bitch the fuckin' chills, nigga. You drop weak-ass singles, sound like nursery rhymes, I'm spittin' nuclear bars, end of days, end times. Pockets on obese, wallet lookin' pregnant as fuck, While you scrollin' on the 'Gram, dreamin' 'bout my bucks. I fuck the game raw, no condom, no lube, Leave the industry pregnant with a style that's new. Chain hangin' heavy, got the diamonds doin' backflips, Your favorite rapper's a bitch—send him my condolences quick. I came from the gutter, now the penthouse my crib, Pourin' Ace of Spades while your career do a flip. [Hook] Yeah, I'm the fuckin' king, crown drippin' blood and ice, Haters talk that weak shit, gettin' bodied twice. I roll up in the whip, exhaust spittin' flames, Fuck your feelings, bitch—I'm winnin' all the games. Smoke clouds in the air, purple haze in my veins, These rappers soft as tissue, I'm bringin' real pain. Stackin' racks to the moon, no cap, no lie, Middle finger to the sky—watch the haters die!
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