Playing: Crown the Kings - Migos

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Fuck it, crown the king
You dig?
You know know what I mean?
Fuck it, crown the king
Benz truck for the queen
G.I.A, my rings
G.I. Joe, my team
Fuck what you mean
Fuck what you mean
Talking too cheap
Like money ain't green

Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em
Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em
Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em
Nigga might think you Feds the way you snap them pictures

Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas
Get what you earn when you serve with pistols
Trigger, finger, itching, itching RIP to Pistol Pete
She hit that line, London Fletcher
Fish bowl, wrist swimming on the fish
Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat
I batted the bat (batted the bat)
Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins)
I do all stunts, I kick like a football punt (kick it)
You wanna talk loans? I made three mil this month (3Ms)
You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns (white black)
You wanna talk thieves? Once I got it, ain't coming in, none

Fuck it, crown the kings (fuck it, crown the kings)
We're living the dream, yeah
Crown the kings (crown the kings)
We're living the dream, yeah

Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em
Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em
Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em

Drown the ice with medicine
Drown your bitch with the skeleton
I'm on the stove cooking elements
The sky's the limit, I'm heaven-sent
Dripping the flies, a pelican
Buy my a zoo, I got elephants
They salty, these niggas not relevant
They copy the bros and it's evident
Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat
My soul devoted
Bank loans are loaded
Cash out, no notice
Rolls Royce came with a chauffeur
Stick in the couch and the sofa
Five Karat in my ear, it's a boulder
Hand me the fine smoke
Me and my bitches like B and Hova
Go do a show in the 'Sota
Stash the 100's they mowed up
Fuck on your bitch til' she throw up
Stick to the code, don't fold up
Boujee bitch, her nose up
Smashing the thot, do a toe-tap
Hundred round drums, cold cuts

Fuck it, crown the kings (fuck it, crown the kings)
We're living the dream, yeah
Crown the kings (crown the kings)
We're living the dream, yeah

Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em
Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em
Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em

I got every drug that start with a letter
Chick is a tender
With the hood, said that you Souja Boy the way you tell 'em (tell 'em)
Breakin' and enter
Free up my nigga locked up in the cell, no cellular
I'm special but first I was regular
Fuck the the feds, and free my nigga that's federal
Couple cameras and some decimals
I'ma feed 'em to the animals
I let 'em play in the back with them lions
Until he run out of the stamina
I told him he stealing, he told me I'm lying
I told him I got him on camera
Act like I wanna make music with ya
Just to hit you and your manager

Fuck it, crown the kings
Crown the kings
Fuck it, crown the kings

Songwriters: Quavious Marshall / Kiari Kendrell Cephus / Kirshnik Ball

Crown the Kings lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

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