King TROUP

Young Thug2016年2月5日

歌詞

King TROUP (國王特魯普) (Explicit) - Young Thug

I just asked God why he called for Troup

 

When it's time to ride if you love 'em

Ni**a prove it

You know all your lil' niggas

Gon' shoot sh*t up for you

I thought I seen a ghost

Because your son look like you fool

King Troup

Action

 

I hop out I'm dabbin'

 

My old lady classy

 

We onto this fashion

 

My coupe sittin' on Davins

 

Hop out with a bad b**ch

 

My faculty braggin'

 

My briefs they high fashion

 

She naked I walk through the door

 

I promise I promise she know

I pour up a four and got more

 

I'm cold as the North f**kin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

 

I hop in the foreign go slow

 

Iced out ain't no time in it oh

 

Oh-oh-oh

 

I just beat the case

 

I hopped out the Benz

 

I just f**ked some twins

 

Had the jewelry in

 

I hopped out again

 

Pulled up in the Range

 

Got drank in my cup

 

Like I'm Kirko Bangz

 

From ashy to classy

 

Keep up with my ice and my fashion

I take care of my kid with a passion

I pray to God that they stay happy

Lil Roscoe he sleep where it's nasty

 

They could've freed him

Cause he grew up with no daddy

 

But instead they took advantage and did him badly

 

Ain't give no f**ks cause we were saddened

Got a camera from the club and that's all they had

 

They also knew that lil' ni**a didn't have a wagon

 

Damn

 

Action

 

I hop out I'm dabbin'

 

My old lady classy

 

We onto this fashion

 

My coupe sittin' on Davins

 

Hop out with a bad b**ch

 

My faculty braggin'

 

My briefs they high fashion

 

She naked I walk through the door

I promise I promise she know

 

I pour up a four and got more

I'm cold as the North f**kin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign go slow

 

Iced out ain't no time in it oh

 

Oh-oh-oh

 

Stop it stop the killin'

 

We we get millions

 

We together get the cheddar

Get them racks

F**k them niggas keep a Beretta

 

Let 'em have it

 

Ask God for forgiveness for them babies

 

You know Slimes with it baby baby

 

Stack them racks up to the ceiling hey hey

 

F**k you a ni**a's old lady

Keep 'em mad

And that's how you know you doin' good

 

Keep embarrassin' them with racks

That look like books

 

I'm so finished with these b**ches

 

I need me a real one

I need commitment where ya at

 

Action

 

I hop out I'm dabbin'

I hop out I'm dabbin'

My old lady classy

My old lady classy

We onto this fashion

We onto this fashion

My coupe sittin' on Davins

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad b**ch

Hop out with a bad b**ch

My faculty braggin'

My faculty braggin'

My briefs they high fashion

She naked I walk through the door

 

I promise I promise she know

I pour up a four and got more

I'm cold as the North f**kin' Pole

 

I came a long way from the stove

 

I hop in the foreign go slow

 

Iced out ain't no time in it oh

 

Oh-oh-oh

 

She know it she know it

 

She know it she know it

 

She know it she know it

 

She know it yeah she know it

 

She know it

 

She know it

 

She know it know it know it

Know it know it know it

King Troup

 

***歌詞來自第三方***