Lund

The Man


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Gimme the crown, bitch I'm the king
Fucking you up, if we in the ring
Better get smart, and duck when I swing
Cuz all of my fans are cheering for me

You should just know, don’t fuck with a G
I’m going in on this killing spree
Picking you off bitch you just a flee
I'll end your life, thats a guaranty

Worthy opponent, there is none
See all that you spit is a rerun
I’m takin out all of your loved ones
Then fucking you bitch thats a homerun

No I don’t play when I flow son
You know I’m gone win in the long run
Only my fists I don’t need a gun
Dropping these bodies one by one

Oh and everybody gonna know my name
Wack rappers, ima put’em in a shallow gave
Beat ya ass till I see blood leaking from your veins
See im the king of this mother fuckin rap game

I’m just increasing my cash flow
Revenue get it bags ho
Dressed up in nike head to my toes
Roll up looking like a golf pro

Everything that I undergo
Comin up from nothing, bitch watch me grow
All these rappers are laying low
Hatin on me they should let it go

Never gon stop till I hit my goals
Interviews on tv shows
Number 1 hits on the radio
Got ya girl wet, she on overflow

Drop that ass girl take slow
Twerk that ass I wanna see it roll
Love the way that you ride poll
Baby girl go on take control

Oh and everybody gonna know my name
Wack rappers, ima put’em in a shallow gave
Beat ya ass till I see blood leaking from your veins
See im the king of this mother fuckin rap game


Autor(es): Lund