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k i n g - j clowd lyrics

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the way i body b*tches leave em bl**dy
grab a tampon
refer to me like i was king
ya checks i put the stamp on
they depend on me like emt’s
i think these b*tches passed on
f l o p you can’t compete
you the b*tches that i pass on

step on the floor, got the room and the eyes
hearing the peeps hearing the whispers the lies
oh my oh mi its jc what a surprise
they spreading rumors but the truth is b*tchеs met they demisе

keep it wet like a jacuzzi
you gone lose me
b*tches loco they looney
a loner a loosey
might as well be my groupie
not april no b*tch can fool me
dripped out in ice i’m oozey
spray hoes they say don’t choose me
nickname might as well be uzi
single season, ain’t no cuffing
these b*tches huffin and puffin
they ducking, im running
im coming, b*tches ain’t about nothin

whoa whoa whoa whos next to go
these one flow hoes not flexible
they all up on my t*st*cl*
sipping tito’s out in mexico

im the k*i*n*g
b*tches not f*cking with me
these b*tches never seeing the team
come for me it’s like you seeking defeat

im the k*i*n*g
b*tches not f*cking with me
these b*tches never seeing the team
come for me it’s like you seeking defeat

king sh*t
i’m on that kiss the ring sh*t
like a dominatrix
get down on your knees sh*t
like a seamstress
i do this sh*t seamless
cause i’m the tea b*tch
i’m keeping your screen lit
the way i eat you b*tches up
i ain’t leaving a tip
somebody grab the waiter
cause i’m bout to dip
this whole fit it cost a grip
i know you peep the drip
skrt skrt, that’s the valet
pulling up the whip

and yes i know
a b*tch colder than a maf*ka
so get ya coat
cause i’m icy like a maf*ka
body goals, giving coke
like a maf*cka
i make em gag, b*tch choke
on this maf*ka

im on they heads like a beanie
these b*tches soft, fettuccine
i can f*ck all these hoes
and then bottom like bikini

these b*tches wish they could be me
these b*tches wish they could beat me
now would*ent that be nice?
it would!
but i’m not a genie
these b*tches wish they could be me
cuz b*tch i cook yeah rotini
i keep it wet keep it creamy
make b*tches pop im houdini

they bars so weak hit the snooze
these b*tches weak like they lace
jc i can never lose
they wanna eat off my plate

could never top me guess that’s why i’m the topic
this lil iggy b*tch
thinking she da sh*t hoe just stop it
ain’t got no bread in they wallet
can’t even make a deposit
and all these b*tches heavy weight ain’t talking bout boxing
…oh

- j clowd lyrics

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