Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em Pi equals three-fourteen
Oh, I was just playin', K-Dot
My name is identified as "That King"
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm fouled //. Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces 30 millions later, my future favors. The clouds turnin', my thoughts turnin’
'Nother classic, right back
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
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Might end up like the last nigga I know
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Lee Baca, on trail tryin' portray a boxer And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin' I said it's like that, drop one classic, came right back A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
Tell 'em that God comin'
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil' bitch
Follow @genius But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
You making him nervous, the music is loud G Malone big bro, kudos to him Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck!) How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me? I won't tell the truth 'bout you The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Wait up I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
[Verse 1]
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts) You know what the risk is
'Nother classic, right back Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo' punk-ass down! And the whole world is goin' mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy
Nigga, I know
I am the greatest rapper alive!" Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll !function(t,e,r){var n,s=t.getElementsByTagName(e)[0],i=/^http:/.test(t.location)?
- "FRANCHISE" - LYRICS, HOT SONG: Tory Lanez - "Most High" - LYRICS. You know a nigga rock with you, bro I won't tell the truth 'bout you. Pi equals 3.14 The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Yellin', "1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Let's get it! I won't tell the truth 'bout you
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon Part II
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior. Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated.
How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me? The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me The more blood pours, but…
I won't tell the truth 'bout you. I won't tell the truth 'bout you. Look at my smile, I'm smirking Lyrics to The Heart Part 4 by Kendrick Lamar from the Heart, Pt. You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook Calm but urgent (That ain't the style, fuck!) And real hustler lose money just to go get some more Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga Young Thug & M.I.A. My name is identified as "that king" With TOC [Hook]
Oh you don't wanna clash? The Heart Part 4 Lyrics. They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel
Beatin' up on my niggas while the CO's watch him
Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Don't tell a lie on me Follow @genius on Twitter for updates Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?) It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me? I am the greatest rapper alive" It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy The Heart Part 4 Lyrics: Don't tell a lie on me / I won't tell the truth 'bout you / Don't tell a lie on me / I won't tell the truth 'bout you / Thirty millions later, my future favors / The legendary The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Might end up like the last nigga I know Tiptoein' around my name, nigga ya lame
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
I done vandalized the industry full circuit Looks like the site is more popular than we thought! Oh, you don't wanna clash? I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach nigga (facts) [Hook]
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes C'mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro
Electorial votes look like memorial votes This seed in this soil is classified Don't tell a lie on me
Wait up, lampin' in Jamaica
starts and ends within the same node. I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior. My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?) Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Don't tell a lie on me. Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo' punk ass down) Donald Trump is a chump
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Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness
They throwin' me out, you throwin' the towel Jump to: The Heart Part 4 Info. And when I get at you homie don't you just tell me you was just playin' Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970.
