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king of california - lil darkie lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
(hahahahahaha)
lay ’em down, lay ’em down, lay ’em down
(hahahaha)
b*tch
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
we back
lay ’em down, lay ’em down, lay ’em down, yeah

[verse 1]
b*tch i’m back on my sh*t like some tp (ugh)
in the swamp like a crawfish, knee*deep (yuh)
middle finger to the feds and the p.d
till i d*i*e it’s cali on the i.d
a*r*k*i*e b*tch that’s me (yuh)
she want my b*lls in her mouth like some thai tea
don’t talk to me when i’m grubbin’ b*tch i’m tryna’ eat
like i got o.f, these rappers wanna buy a feat
20 racks or i won’t even open up the macbook
break ’em down roll him up, smoke you like a backwood
b*tch i’m highеr than the logo for paramount
don’t say sh*t unless it’s somethin’ that i carе about (yeah)
where’s darkie?
don’t worry ’bout my whereabouts
looking at me wrong, grab yo’ eyeb*lls and tear ’em out
the only beef i got is wagyu, bovine
do you like a towel on a clothesline, air ’em out
[chorus]
lay ’em down, lay ’em down (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
lay ’em down
b*tch i feel like i’m the king of california, i need a crown
b*tch i’m a stoner, f*ck an eighth i need a pound
my choppa made of memory foam, how it lay ’em down (yeah)
and my glock got a b*n*r, he go to town
he can make it hot like arizona when he around (boom)
i spit it sick, like pneumonia in front a crowd
i feel like the king of california, i need a crown

[bridge]
b*tch (ay)
b*tch (ay)
b*tch (ay)
b*tch (ay)
i said

[verse 2]
i need a crown, you can put in on my head
i got bread like a bakery, you actin’ like a fed
how you talk to everybody like you friends?
my best friend a pad of paper and a pen
’cause i can tell him anything and he don’t tell a soul
i’m homies with the stick, but i keep it on the low
and i love the microphone, ’cause he listen to me go off
i’m at your home knock, knock, knock, kickin’ in the door
b*tch bow (bow, bow)
[verse 3]
shootin’ like a movie
i go gorilla, give ’em black eyes, make em 2d
boowee
to this sh*t, i ain’t a newbie
i write a song, rap it and i’m loadin’ up a new beat
it’s over
trick or treat like october
my choppa tryna’ send ’em up to the mars rover
b*tch
but he don’t want no smoke like he sober
watch how you talkin’ to the king of california
b*tch, bow (bow, bow)
lay ’em down, lay ’em down, lay ’em down

[chorus]
bi*bi*b*tch i feel like i’m the king of california, i need a crown (yuh)
b*tch i’m a stoner, f*ck an eighth i need a pound
my choppa made of memory foam, how it lay ’em down
and my glock got a b*n*r, he go to town
he can make it hot like arizona when he around (boom)
i spit it sick, like pneumonia in front a crowd
i feel like the king of california, i need a crown

[outro]
b*tch
(hahahahaha)
(yeah)

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