15 lyrics for "I met up with the king"

Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York
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(I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a) flirt Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt) Winkin' eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt) Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt) And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn
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I met up with the king He confessed his body was burning His body had begun to rot And he said don't think less of me I'm still the same man I used to be But no one believed him No one believed him I once knew a pretty girl And she was in love with the
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Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying
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Being a low life 'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it No you can't change something that you don't understand Livin' it up, livin' it up I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it I'm livin' it up,
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That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds
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I want to lock you up inside my heart What do I do to lock you up inside my heart? I always wanted you, sometimes it's hard I wanted you from the start I'm in your head It's a long way home, but I'm making my way With so many things still left to say I
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We're always fixing something that was never broken We're on and off again like sobriety Get back together every time you're done throwing a fit So when you gonna quit Breaking up with me You say it's over, with a middle finger But then you're calling
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Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the
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Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me I aim straight for your head so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need
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