Calli G - 31 Flavors lyrics

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Calli G - 31 Flavors lyrics

(King George) Heat in my hand, here come the Kingpin Ice Cream Man in the sun, slowly meltin Used to be my homie, used to be my friend Tried to stop me from droppin "Life Of A Kingpin" ??? and your balls make your long pants sag Cuz you can't fight your way out a wet paper bag The ??? goin down, goin down tonight We know you won't bust a move, a f**in grape in a food fight Every time you're up, you put your foot in your mouth I heard you was trippin by RuPaul's house Punk motherf**er, undercover lover One more time, take my picture off your cover One hundred thousand, that's what you owe me "I'ma pay you, King!", that's what you told me s**er motherf**er still lying to the game You tried to stop me and ain't a damn thing changed Chorus: You got 31 flavors drippin out your trunk You ain't the Ice Cream Man, you little weak-a** punk(3x) (Calli G) Plastic-a** n***a must be touched in his brain What you claim, where you hang, ??? straight mane Imitation, artificial, playa-hatin n***a You ain't never been true to the game (King George: We gonna buck you, right on up, we gonna buck you right on Up)(2x) Trick baby doing that b**h sh**, just like my ex-ho Winning off of daddy's cash flow But I'm glad you got big-a** wealth But I'm a little concerned about your bad-a** health You little ba*tard you, you ain't ??? those french fries A small guy, thinkin you done made it big time Livin on short time, should I say your bored-a** life Yeah n***a, that's right Chorus (King George) You don't smoke weed, so we can't blow a Philly You're nothing but a fake like Milli Vanilli Trying to ??? cuz you wear tattoos A goddamn boy can't fit a man's shoes You got no friends cuz you burn all pigeons You're not even wanted by the m**m religion Damn, whatcha gone do? Don't you know the white boy'll get you, foo Yeah, Calli G, KG, original TRU Tried to f** us, now we're both f**in you 2 G's, waiting on your a** 2 feet, deep in your a** Step up n***a if you really want some You're too f**in dumb, don't know where you came from ??? KG till the breaka-break of dawn Get your head crushed like an ice cream cone It's on! Chorus