โหลดเพลง mp3 King Sh*t (Clean Version) - Yo Gotti

King Sh*t (Clean Version) - Yo Gotti/T.I.
Oh this a hit ni**a
With no words on it
I got on two chains but
No I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin'
But I ain't from Philly boy
B**ch bad and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'mma make a ni**a feel it boy
My flow on range
My swag's insane
And my campaign on ten
I like the b**ch
She down to f**k
But I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill
Got it off of coc*ine
Aventador Lamborghini
Condo off of Biscayne
B**ch I'm in my lane
Fresh as hell no stains
Robert jeans with the stones
Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different I was built for this
My b**ch only rock Tiffany
You rat you'll sing a symphony and
I'm back city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and
I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Bass feel that yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease p**sy where they do that

L A Reid cut the check for me
King sh*t and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud
But a ni**a look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari f**k the motherf**kin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion
That worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man
Yo' b**ch a**
If yo b**ch bad she get f**ked fast
Ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D ni**a
Like a bank strip when you see me ni**a
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE ni**a
Real ni**a no joke
Don't think there ni**a no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And ni**a I don't wanna smoke your w**d
Plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty they taught me everything I know
I do whip it
Who could care to dip it
Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city
Really we bout that action you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a motherf**king fact
I'm a real ni**a
F**k these rappers
Door up doors down
When I'm in the club
B**ch it's going down
Shawty think it f**ked hand down
Hands up pants down
Down down shawty f**kin head down
I see my phone blowing up
I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper
Then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city
Boy it going down
This that d**e boy academy
Them three letters been after me,(Who )
The F B I ever catchin me
My family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young black ni**a in a big white phantom
Ni**a I look like a referee ni**a
They blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This b**ch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out
Swear I barely made it
I'ma real ni**a till the death of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherf**kin Brinx trunk
Standing in the kitchen ni**a
Trying to build a brick up uh