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Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty But they gon' know when they see us A known fraud once fell on his own sword Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad His lady's crazy and it bugs me Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly Less then a week ago He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut He holdin' his face, he out the door She yellin' out the window, "You can stay with that whore" Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk Never swung at nobody, never let a gun spark Big nine-seven Benz with the old body Letras de cancionesPulls up to the corner, out jumps his old hottie Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty (Nigga) But they gon' know when they see us (Yo) Football wives, basketball wives Mistresses slash more tires with knives They lookin' for a dollar I'm lookin' for a JoAnne Chesimard to turn to a shotta Spot a King of Diamonds, onyx, one bitch get it off the floor Other chick out of her man's pockets What kind of shows you be watchin'? It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love Nothin' like comin' home to grub Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records I need that moral support Give me a reason to spoil you more Make 'em jealous of who we are Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty But they gon' know when they see us Tryna get my niggas legitimate Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap Drunk liquor bit, young black militant Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit Intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship Motivation, so I get off my ass I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast Read the Forbes pages, lookin' at G4s Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far Smoke weed, and count paper I'm about paper and pussy and buyin' the bar Fly ass niggas, y'all jealous of who we are Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (Wind up dead) Young queen, cross your legs (Cross your legs) Put a crown on your head and remove the chains Even diamond chains are for slaves Don't step foot in no penitentiary (Penitentiary), oh Don't taste the poison (Poison) No, don't you bail on your family (No), no-no-no-no-no, no 'Cause they don't know you're royalty But they gon' know when they see us From Letras Mania