The King

The King
There that boy go blowin' past ya
Hood girls fuc*** around
And turned me to a bachelor
I been flying 'round the country
Every night I'm taking off
I swear the studio's looking like NASA
I been steady sippin' like a sailor
Homies smoke like hippies
Blow that grass by the acre
All my bitches speakin' in Spanish
When I touch down in Atlanta
I need that Georgia dome
But I ain't gonna chase ya

Magazine, TV, Radio, my baby
Imma' be everywhere you go my baby
Woa-oohh yeah it's crazy
Woa-oohh I know it's crazy
I think the only girl that loved me
Was the first one
Can't believe I cheated but I guess
I had to learn some
Now I've just been dealing with karma
In the form of broken daughters
Lookin' for fathers
Man, y'all better keep searchin'
Diemon's in my blood
Damn I see I really own shit
Keep on acting brand new
You gon' turn into my old chick
Imma' have to fly to L.A
And go cop a place in the hills
And then fill it up with Latinas
And make you cope wit'
Magazine, TV, Radio, my baby
Imma' be everywhere you go my baby
Woa-oohh yeah it's crazy
Woa-oohh I know it's crazy
Tell these mutha fukkas better bow down now
Cause the kings in town
Tell these mutha fukkas better bow down now
Cause the kings in town