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letra de egyptian king - marq parks

[prod. by davidbeatmaker]

hook:
i love to party with you b so make me your egyptian king
everybody sing with me la, la la i love lean
and if you’re too tired to party, i’ll carry you back for free
i don’t know why you don’t want me but, you’ll be lovin me

verse 1:
i’m f-ckin b-tches and -ssumin genders
i’m makin money and shootin n-ggas
i’m dressin nicely and gettin figures
and if you ever try me i’ll pull my trigger
if you ever buy me i’ll lose my n-gga
if you ever lie me you’ll lose my n-gga
if you ever cry me drink booze my n-gga
get shoes my n-gga
let loose my n-gga
eat the cooch my n-gga
watch the hooch
don’t scratch the mercedes or my boots
throw up on my seats and you better shoo
grab another b-tch in malibu
i’m most wanted
k!lled so many thots my d-ck is haunted
all i wanted to do was grab a bonet
rip the b-tch off and f-ck what’s under it
i’m lost without my hoes so i’m never wanderin
never ponderin
back up in the store but where’s my wallet
you a hobbit
short -ss b-tch done probably robbed it
f-cked her in a bathroom she kept on stallin
russian b-tch blew me up like she bombin
batman in this b-tch so we ain’t robbin
ya ever met a chick without a f-ckin problem
stuck up in a ditch but that ain’t stall em
had a diamond cl-t, but still ain’t call her
what would you do for a klondike broad huh
a klondike broad huh

verse 2:
cabbage paper
f-ckin so loud we might wake the neighbors
better get out all the party favors
cool mothaf-cka, yet still unstable
each and every b-tch give me happy meal
each and every song makes a hundred mil
y’all lames lookin like old ja’leel
white people wonderin what’s the deal
let’s film a movie, steven spiel
f-ck a hot actress on a camera reel
have the b-tch thinkin i’m the man of steel
grab a wonder t-t, tryna cop a feel
in nola city the cops are real
smokin on a party bus got time to k!ll
shootin a clock with a 9 is ill
with a rapper who’s name starts with lil
oouu that’s for those rachet hoes
the type wearin those expensive clothes
twerkin and grindin i’m gettin close
i’m layin pipe, tryna fill some holes
if i break some too bad for those
they all thought my touch was gold
they know i always write my name in bold
guess my nut was too heavy to hold
can we fix it?
yes we can
b-tch i ain’t no average man
make a beer bottle out of a can
turn some pasty skin into a tan
turn a hater into my biggest fan
i’ll sell you out like a slave for land
what the f-ck else rhymes with and?
maybe i’ll ask a kardashian
(yeah)

- marq parks

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