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Featuring T.I. & Iggy Azalea (Intro) Round these parts It’s only kings Welcome to the king’s circle Yea (Verse) Hustle Gang, play no fucking games TIP KING you know my fuing name Haters drop south when they see the cane Chips they come to London they know how to treat a chain On highways with them Bentleys to the left side On the Eastern hemisphere holly west side How we doin’, lay low and get high Pray to the motie, live never let die I swear I’m super cool, still a sit by To a nigga then I’m finna go hop on the red eye Till I’m dead I’mma live like a sour bad They say it’s all good, platinum dog tag Yellow gold rollie, yella hoe know me In Beverly Hills gettin me a bottle like Koby You my dirt all by my lonely got no codeine Shot ‘em dead, my bitch take it to Detroit for me In the Phantom top, B.o.B. hit the garage for me Letras de cancionesGDOD get done with that answer to God only (Verse) I said the Rose just a pussy Fuck her I’ll go in You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you’re a kin Royalty, Hustle Gang keep the crown with us The only queens around here are the girls fucking us And the haters get skipped, double dutch Chip got a strapping gear press press double clutch Play with the bread, me the toast Need a ghost before I’m ghost Swear to the holy ghost Yeah, I put my city on the map Everybody’s on the jack spot on the flat Word to the Union, every time I’m ruling ‘em Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them Heaven sent me go to hell money Rolling in the deep still, I need that bail money Went to the Grammies I need six to keep my Rolly yellow just the same as my bitch North to the south I be in the mix My location on Twitter, should be right in yo chick It’s bedtime for your career, pussy lay down Car full circle of balls Could I spread them round Yeah from LAN to the A town Time to make the whole world know my name now It’s Chip (Verse) Show them wreckers with the roof off this mother tho Real bitch wanna kill all these pussy hoes Silly flow, I’m illy my charm hang Watch it titty boy I rocks these two chains Might be so insane Double M orange leather seats it’s cocaine, all them doors go bang You hoes be on the supper, step up get double trouble Sent here to fuck the gang Hold up bitch shovel rubbers Down the tuddle, princess cuddle, rocks like burning rubber They blind your stand but listen milf I am a mother fucker Hustle Gang you got it bad and I don’t mean no usher My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha Your malice, rip-offs every reach your bad bitch Your man texts us like Dallas, be mad at him, I’m amazing, you are simply just an anonym GDOD bitch it is more than just an acronym Iggy Fuck it, I ain’t dyin homie I gotta kill with these balls, 100 lawyers homie I ain’t street, not at all but thugs call me homie You got beef? They will surround Shit, come and Dobby Skywalkin them bitches, it’s private jets only I Darth Vader my rims, my engine one Kenobe Right Shinobi? I’m a fuckin star I’m a monster to you Rugrats, whipped er From Letras Mania