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letra de the break's ova - prom king kong

[verse 1: prom king kong]
i’m so giant, music been hot
and i don’t need no one to cosign it
i be getting brain from your wife
when she with you, she’s closed minded
i put in work and i became the boss
i gave the gun a raise and i promoted violence
flow be shining like gold and diamonds
heart be thriving in the coldest climate
i’m so beyond it, y’all so behind it
dough, be on it, lil bro, be honest
know we run this, y’all slow, we sonic
hoe remind me of pocahontas
phone for grinding, y’all pokemon-ing
n-gga been winning so long
ain’t living the sh-t in your song
quit with the fibbing, y’all n-ggas still live with yo mom
i say my new sh-t gone blow me up
paper, do flips like tony hawk
hating, ’cause you n-ggas is phony
they fake as cubic zirconia
satan jr, one and only
they get rude, it’s something on me
make ya move, it’s nothing homie
save ya lil gun emojis
i’m making n-ggas honey comby
fillled with holes, speaking of hoes
your’s, taking d-ck deep in her throat
she, catch all the s-m-n and gulp
she take her payment in pizza and dope
yea, n-ggas is sleep and i’m woke
i see what they don’t, no secret occult
yea, mentally deeper than most
you’re weak and it shows, just leave it alone
i’m, eating rappers like they dessert
take a perc, and then they get merked
and laid in dirt, i be on my grind
like your name be on paperwork
i, only trust me and me
haters show me love conveniently
b-tch, believe in me like dieties
i, put these mc’s in guillotines
and all my n-ggas riding
that’s why all your n-ggas hiding
mixture of apollo and poseidon
team go hard as ninja gaiden
riots start up when i’m rhyming
got my game tight and y’all know i’m saucing
pulled a lot of rap n-ggas cards
and now i’m spade tight, about to go a boston
checking n-ggas getting so exhausting
i done heard it all, stop fronting boy
it’s like a full time job, not to murder y’all and i’m unemployed
but i could own a bar factory
every bar’s a art masterpiece
leave a track deceased, like a black man
with possession of a weapon when he charge at police
uhhh, my clout got them hype and hollering
only run they mouth on the sites they log-in
you’re god d-mn right i’m mobbing
m’s on my mind just like a majin
y’all sayin y’all getting slept on but all my fans insomniacs
f-ck it, if it ain’t xombyland, which works out
’cause i’m putting y’all in bodybags

- prom king kong

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