What Kinda King? (I Smell Pussy) Songtext
von Gucci Mane
What Kinda King? (I Smell Pussy) Songtext
Nigga you a pussy
What kinda king do the birthday bash
In the middle of the summer with some fucking leather pants?
What kinda nigga skeet in a slut bitch, that every rapper hit
Sucks everybody dick?
What kinda king try to spark a beef
Then apologize for it on national TV?
Yo best homeboy tryna be so hard
I′m a grown ass man, you a lil bitty boy
What street nigga wears three piece suits
With cuff-link ties and double back shoes
Say it aint so, naw say it ain't true
Bitch nigga I be on bankhead more than you do
I′m a east Atlanta hardhead, respect my crew
And respect my grind, cause I gotta eat too
Say you got a clique of fools?
All my goons well paid, I'm a so icy boss
All my souljas well-trained
What kinda nigga post 100,000 bail
The same day his album dropped man they let him out his cell
What kinda nigga don't need no deal
No money no car just to show he real
What kinda nigga is you
You lil lizard? Slither juniors AKA the monkey in the middle
T-I-P tell T.I. to step it up a little cause the boys too little and his bones too brittle
Biatch, say it just like Short
The boy complexed cause he′s so short
Got a pot, got a fork?
Got some back up in New York?
I′m a so icy judge pussy let's hold court
The king wanna battle me, pussy wanna handle me
Schizofrenic child with a split personality
T.I. will you please tell Tip, I got a new 40 with a 30 round clip
You see em and he move, gon and shoot em out the whip
Tryin to spark rap beef? That′s how people get killed
Gucci bigger than him the fight's not fair
We can start it over here but we can end it over there
I′m in Magic City shawty see me swingin a chair, yeah
It's Gucci Mane La Flare
Up in Magic City shawty see me swingin a chair, yeah
It′s some pussies over there (Gucci)
What kinda king do the birthday bash
In the middle of the summer with some fucking leather pants?
What kinda nigga skeet in a slut bitch, that every rapper hit
Sucks everybody dick?
What kinda king try to spark a beef
Then apologize for it on national TV?
Yo best homeboy tryna be so hard
I′m a grown ass man, you a lil bitty boy
What street nigga wears three piece suits
With cuff-link ties and double back shoes
Say it aint so, naw say it ain't true
Bitch nigga I be on bankhead more than you do
I′m a east Atlanta hardhead, respect my crew
And respect my grind, cause I gotta eat too
Say you got a clique of fools?
All my goons well paid, I'm a so icy boss
All my souljas well-trained
What kinda nigga post 100,000 bail
The same day his album dropped man they let him out his cell
What kinda nigga don't need no deal
No money no car just to show he real
What kinda nigga is you
You lil lizard? Slither juniors AKA the monkey in the middle
T-I-P tell T.I. to step it up a little cause the boys too little and his bones too brittle
Biatch, say it just like Short
The boy complexed cause he′s so short
Got a pot, got a fork?
Got some back up in New York?
I′m a so icy judge pussy let's hold court
The king wanna battle me, pussy wanna handle me
Schizofrenic child with a split personality
T.I. will you please tell Tip, I got a new 40 with a 30 round clip
You see em and he move, gon and shoot em out the whip
Tryin to spark rap beef? That′s how people get killed
Gucci bigger than him the fight's not fair
We can start it over here but we can end it over there
I′m in Magic City shawty see me swingin a chair, yeah
It's Gucci Mane La Flare
Up in Magic City shawty see me swingin a chair, yeah
It′s some pussies over there (Gucci)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
