Yung King is a song in English
Ima young king
I do young things
Haven’t touched 21
20 something
I be schoolin all u niggas
How to really treat a lady
You niggas really bums if u try to hit a lady
Date me now date me later baby
Anything u want u can have but a baby
U claim u want a real nigga
And that’s wat u got
I try to do my best
But u act as if I’m not
I been workin hard.
Yes I been killin this shit
All my bars so fly
Even spiders get whipped
She claim she ask me for a birkin
And I asked for some Gucci
Tf I look buyin Prada
You cant even buy me loui
I been deep inside my bag
Had to work for where I’m at
U might just be my girl
So that mean u good where u at
Better get a top from rainbow
Cause u can’t afford sax
Better try to test the waters
Cause the sky ain’t where it’s
Hoppin out my bag
I been hoppin out my bag
Had to get a car
So I went to cop a jag
Haters in my circle
Had to cut em all off
Joyfulkid only one
We can never cut off
Versace robe all pink
Yah my wrist is shiny
V-v ses on my kneck
Yo 10k is behind me
They all claim that I owe em
Man please remind me
The one thing that I owe
Is yo face to the concrete
Fine me, Crime me
U niggas trynna find me
Time me bribe me
Yo pussy on a time sheet
Ain’t gotta tuck my chain
You niggas gon rob me
I’ll pop a nigga fast
They a mark but they can’t find me
If they do find me
Wearing Gucci to they service
Black suit goin to hell
I just did a service
10k all stacks
Bond me I’ll be right back
Y’all got my dick
In y’all mouth
Yo pussy rain like a drought
Look,
Yes I’m that nigga
And I Don’t need confirmation
Y’all talk so much shit
People really think we datin
Haters in my comments
They be talkin non sense
Fuck i look like trynna talk
When you aint doin same shit
Lame shit, tame shit
I been on my gang shit
Pain shit dang shit
We in n out the same bitch
Arguing about a bitch that is just for everybody
Everybody know that ho
She got hella hella bodies
Aghhhh!