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(feat. Calli G) [King George] Heat in my hand, here come the Kingpin Ice Cream Man in the sun, slowly meltin Used to be my homie, used to be my friend Tried to stop me from droppin "Life Of A Kingpin" ??? and your balls make your long pants sag Cuz you can't fight your way out a wet paper bag The ??? goin down, goin down tonight We know you won't bust a move, a fuckin grape in a food fight Every time you're up, you put your foot in your mouth I heard you was trippin by RuPaul's house Punk motherfucker, undercover lover One more time, take my picture off your cover One hundred thousand, that's what you owe me "I'ma pay you, King!", that's what you told me Sucker motherfucker still lying to the game You tried to stop me and ain't a damn thing changed [Chorus:] You got 31 flavors drippin out your trunk You ain't the Ice Cream Man, you little weak-ass punk [x3] [Calli G] Plastic-ass nigga must be touched in his brain Letras de cancionesWhat you claim, where you hang, ??? straight mane Imitation, artificial, playa-hatin nigga You ain't never been true to the game [King George:] (We gonna buck you, right on up, we gonna buck you right on up)[x2] Trick baby doing that bitch shit, just like my ex-ho Winning off of daddy's cash flow But I'm glad you got big-ass wealth But I'm a little concerned about your bad-ass health You little bastard you, you ain't ??? those french fries A small guy, thinkin you done made it big time Livin on short time, should I say your bored-ass life Yeah nigga, that's right [Chorus] [King George] You don't smoke weed, so we can't blow a Philly You're nothing but a fake like Milli Vanilli Trying to ??? cuz you wear tattoos A goddamn boy can't fit a man's shoes You got no friends cuz you burn all pigeons You're not even wanted by the Muslim religion Damn, whatcha gone do? Don't you know the white boy'll get you, foo Yeah, Calli G, KG, original TRU Tried to fuck us, now we're both fuckin you 2 G's, waiting on your ass 2 feet, deep in your ass Step up nigga if you really want some You're too fuckin dumb, don't know where you came from ??? KG till the breaka-break of dawn Get your head crushed like an ice cream cone It's on! [Chorus] From Letras Mania