Top Songs By King Royal
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King Royal
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Radio Base
Songwriter:in
Troi Jo'Vaughn Ivery
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Kel24k Kel24k
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Troi Jo'Vaughn Ivery
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Kel24k Kel24k
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TJ Ivery
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Jim Robinson
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Lyrics
Royal
I seen them niggas on them comments
Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy
Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopsies
Come and knock a nigga out his conscience
I see em on the 'gram like they bout that
He posting with the yoppa he aint bout that
The bitch done made an onlyfans she aint bout that
RDE the clan, you know we bout that
If money ain't involved then i'm out that (I'm gone)
Spalding, if I fall imma bounce back
No money counters lil bitch let me count that
These rappers need a red nose with they clown ass
Drop some bread on my nigga for the commissary
Then he came home (What else) and we was watching niggas
Pussy cats and rats
The game was starting to look like Tom & Jerry
Bitches act like niggas
And these niggas act like Tyler Perry, damn
Niggas cap boy they feminine (What else)
Drop your hottest shit, we still ain't listening
My potna got them twin glocks, same thing, synonyms
My girl yelling "Give me that D Troi" no Michigan
Ain't talking suit and tie but you know what the business is
Do what you do lil woadie don't leave any witnesses
It's up like a pilot, yoppa make racket no Wimbledon
I just pop on em and drop on em
And pop on em and drop em, nigga BOP
Don't let me lace up all in these Timberlands
Mask on like I'm trying to practice social distancing
My Virgina niggas spin your block and then they spin again
Cause in the hood
Cops show up later than your nigga friends (On gang)
I was sipping, getting dizzy I was wilding
Now I hustle for my city getting busy, I be riding
If you catch me with a blicky then it's simply for surviving
Then I just pop on em and drop on em
And pop on em and drop em, nigga BOP
I seen them niggas on them comments
Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy
Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopsies
Come and knock a nigga out his conscience
I see em on the 'gram like they bout that
He posting with the yoppa he aint bout that
The bitch done made an onlyfans she aint bout that
RDE the clan, you know we bout that
Betting money at the gun range I'm bout that
Got some P's for 16, it's a loud pack
0 to 60 in 5, about a mile back
Come for this chain like "Dawg make sure you bout that"
Dancing with my cup and this blicky
You can find me in the club like 50
I got drugs in my drank I'm getting trippy
This bitch ain't got no edges dog I'm picky, ugh
Her nails and her toes both match (They match)
Hottest nigga in my city, dog that's a fact (Big facts)
Wrestling with this bitch 'til she tap
Getting head, counting money in the trap like that, like ugh
Pistol in my hand not my lap (Not my lap)
It's a whole lot of rap
I really started from the dirt
Fucked this bitch, I had to hit her where it hurt yeah, go
He want to do something, but he ain't bout that
Don't worry lil nigga you can have her back (You can have her)
Sent her back without the pussy (Without the pussy)
He like "Damn where the pussy at?"
Coldest, the boldest, she let me hold it
Then I sold it ugh yeah
He ain't bout that, I had to kill the cat
I seen them niggas on them comments
Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy
Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopsies
Come and knock a nigga out his conscience
I see em on the 'gram like they bout that
He posting with the yoppa he aint bout that
The bitch done made an onlyfans she aint bout that
RDE the clan, you know we bout that
Writer(s): Troi Ivery, Radio Base
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