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Correct I Shot The King Lyrics
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Roc Marciano
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Correct I Shot The King
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[Roc Marciano] Real nigga play the field with the long .40 Gator coat like a pimp dressed so gaudy Jumpin' out a gold 640 this is his story Bitch I'm in it for the chips and the glory The listeners adore me, fly hoes lay before me You're not fit to put your heel in a Mauri You're rich but you're still corny My crib sit by the rock quarry I'm up twenty five stories Tied in with the shooters, niggas know the resume Red Chevrolet, AK, no pepper spray We shade, see through your image like an X-Ray Collect a pay where the Mets play The chain hang by the chest plate, ignorant shit Quarter million on the wrist Throw you in the water with the fish Paint the town, let the cape hang down Let it spray round, dip the jake Run the hood, dictate, how my dick taste? Great, squished grapes, move at a swift pace Get cake, they imitate, break the template Like an eighth, the blade hit the freebase Treat the brick like an inmate face Run the break like David Wingate Get your shit straight Squeeze the fifth like a thick snake Fixate, nice whips for a rich slave Bang, brain hang like ding-a-ling Bring the banger, every day's like a cliffhanger Tip the waiter, grace like an ice skater Nice, late night, dice shaker Meet the maker, price, light paper Tight, slice pies, I'm a baker Polite nature, the waves with the light taper .45 that's a life changer [Break] I swung in on a chandelier As he sat there on his throne He turned his head I shot him dead Don't you know? Realize the fact I ain't never comin' back (This some good shit nigga) I shot the king I shot the king [Roc Marciano] Hit 'em up, jump in the truck Play the cut, caked up My beige gators got scraped up Laces up, from legit or corrupt, lift the cup Your feet go up at the Key Club Keep the snub, sleep snug Release slugs while my ladybug steam in the tub Give me some guns and a mean plug The team grub, twist the green shrub Roll a whole dub Put on the gloves because cut drugs With the thugs before I had peach fuzz Movin' on your turf with the good work Silk shirt, 'Lo quilt, you get killed Lift a fuck nigga kilt, blood spilled Hit the milf, left covered in filth You're dead with the pistol concealed In the Penfield,spin your top like a pinwheel Sit still nigga chill wit' a bitch like Ms. Brazil It's a feel like a young Lauryn Hill Cut the body at the sawmill Every song is a will, my life's on film I write what I feel, did my time in the field My mind full of diamonds, it's filled Sniff the fish in a crisp bill It's the real, swift with the steel Kendall Gill wit' the pill, I shoot good from the field Never miss, never will, click your heels It's a deal, quick get your wig peeled You got fucked, how the dick feel?
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