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King of the Hill
Popstar Benny feat. DavidTheTragic & Shhnow, Tony
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I went out and got some money
You too nosy, ears big bugs bunny
Niggas hate me 'cause I talk slick funny
Ain't been on the clock, got money
Ain't over the hill, I'm running
Ain't pacing no thrills, I'm gunning
For the top of this shit blue hundreds
Apocalypse is here, it started
King of the Hill, bill right?
No Hillbilly money
Mix the tea with some honey
After moshpits running
Lil deal niggas love to flex chains
Whips & clothing
Knock them off like we bowling
The pendant Ice Box, the watch piece Suny
Please stay the fuck home if you forgot your money
Most rappers don't like me but they girl wanna fuck me
You trynna cross Tony, Tony trynna cross country
I ain't used to taking losses; with the losing I'm rusty
She born in shoreline and her perfume musty
I know she nasty, my wrist game disgusting
I Will Smith the flight at Delta; I just punched it
I break my wrist inside the pot look like I jumped it
I shuffle cards cut off queens you a trick
I got one question can you please get off my dick
Ride with that fever 'cause these fuck niggas make me sick
I'm looking for a bad hoe so I can put her in Rick
I'm finna turn in my Nintendo I can't Switch
I have the hardest time with strippers 'cause I can't pick
I work the risk, I'm working with my wrist
Beat out that pot so much now when it see my face it start to flinch
I cut off the hoe I don't need that bitch
Pouring up 4's when we winning it's 6
I'm stuck in that road race trynna get rich
My palms bleeding 'cause I'm always itching at em
The way I talk the dope, the kids think I invented trapping
My jewelry going skits, I coulda signed with Cinematic
I know you don't want no static
Please don't test me problematic
My bitch from the hood put up penthouse I sleep with a ratchet
I wanna see a hunnit mil, they wanna see me in a casket
I can shoot the ball from across the court blindfolded
And still made the basket
With no practice still I average more than average
I went out and got some money
You too nosy, ears big bugs bunny
Niggas hate me 'cause I talk slick funny
Ain't been on the clock, got money
Ain't over the hill, I'm running
Ain't pacing no thrills, I'm gunning
For the top of this shit blue hundreds
Apocalypse is here, it started
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