Let King Tonka Talk (Explicit)

Let King Tonka Talk (Explicit) - Yeat/King Kylie

Lyrics by：Dylan Brady/Lucien Dunne/Noah Smith/Daniel Chetrit/Kylie Jenner

Composed by：Dylan Brady/Lucien Dunne/Noah Smith/Daniel Chetrit/Kylie Jenner

Produced by：LUCID/Dylan Brady

Hold on

Let King Tonka talk

I just walked inside this club

I got two bitches and they grabbin' on me

Yeah

I just walked inside this club

I got two bitches down there grabbin' on me

She be thinkin' that just 'cause we fuck this shit is matrimony

When she find out that I fucked her friend

She gon' be mad she know me

I'm on demon time all day

I don't ever have the time to fuckin' tell her

And she always give good head like she a fortune teller

And when I came all on her chest it makes a brand-new sweater

And she wan' come inside this world slide in if I let her

And I be smackin' on her ass when she leave the sprinter

Fuckin' she be screamin' every vowel she know every letter

I be higher than a god lil' bitch and look at me I'm put together

Every time I pull up on these pussies bitch I change the weather

Brand-new BBL I thought this bitch was fuckin' Kylie Jenner

Hold on

Let King Kylie talk

I just walked inside this club

And all these bitches yeah they grabbin' on me

Oh don't let her no

They could never

Get off of me ho

Oh this girl can't get off of me

This money change the world it got me overseas

Oh yeah

Every time I touch this bitch it's third degree

That's how I fuck her

Yeah it's hard for us to be discreet

I could fuck you yeah right now in the middle of the street

I be geekin' out my mind but bitch it help me sleep

I don't really have the time lil' bitch you know it's me

Yeah

I don't wanna waste time with that lil' bitch

Wanna waste no time with that lil' bitch

But she gon' pull up on me yeah

Mount it climb all up on my dick

We got way too much of this money bitch this fluid got me sick

I flew this bitch out from Toronto she sing sopranos when I hit

I might as well be a bartender when she pull up she gon' sip

I'm a nicotine fiend she a hookah and I rip

We could let this shit go down right now I shoot it from the hip

We could pull up every city yeah we sinkin' every ship

I be talkin' so much shit I might be the richest shit lil' kid

If she doin' her alone and she be jumpin' up in that shit

Feel like a turtle like a zombie bitch I'm fried up in this bitch

Slap my bitches I'm gon' run my money up then make her kiss

You be talkin' 'bout this shit you never live it don't exist

We can sit here you be lyin' everybody notice it

And you can go talk shit online I'm still the biggest in this bitch

Ha uh the biggest

Let King Tonka talk to you and I did

We could pull up it's okay

Bish I could do this all day

No playin' with me don't play

Let King Tonka

Won't you let King Tonka talk?

Won't you let King Tonka talk?

Let King Tonka talk

Won't you let King Tonka?

Let King Tonka talk

Won't you let King Tonka?