ฟังเพลงName Me King (Explicit)

Open the pearling gates

Bright white lights Madonna

Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor

Name Me King

Name Me King

I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress

Kidnap the queen, rode away in white horses

Name Me King

Name Me King

Brick by brick I built my fortress

My queen beautiful, lamborghini is gorgeous

Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses

Growl make the tower fall, 911 Porsches

Number 9 Jordans pause the Air Forces

Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches

Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes

Niggas got Breitlings to burn

Loyalty to earn

Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback

Sipping ‘tron out the Stanley cup, I don’t give a fuck

Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up

My son, my heir Airsin Nike

Named my little nigga King meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervene

Even when I was in front of triple beams

Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king

Raise your glass for the last of the Kingpins

The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling

Rolly’s cross oceans like Frank out in England

The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it’s spring again

Haah crack rock, crack rock nigga

My SC430 was a drop nigga

Go figure, this nigga play goldfish

My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish

My young baby sitter now my old bitch

Blowjobs to what I sold made her nose itch YEAGHHHHH!

It’s the king being crowned, watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down God!

It’s sunset, this is Sun Tzu War!

He paved the way I brought a ton through Whooo!

Been on his heels like a gum shoe

He took the throne so I could run through YEAGHHHHH!

Rose petals at my feet when I’m stepping out the Rolls

The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold

Sweatin’ like a slave? get sold

Accompanied by fourteen karats stold

Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up like Jesus shuttles worth in that glass jar

Blue flame glowing like a Avatar

Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going ’round on my Audemar

Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing

Show me what that baking soda bring

Do it for your king

Every time I look up, they cook up

I be the master of them p’s I got the hook up

From New Orleans to Virginia

I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia

Never been caught, can’t be bought, she’s a winner

Flying south for the winter make it back home for dinner