Beatking - Don King lyrics

[First instrumental] [Verse 1: BeatKing] Keke already warned me that b**hes ain't sh** DJ Screw in my cup and your b**h on my dick And my dick by my pistol Pocket full of issues Studewood I rep that eight in my clique too Fat n***a, 6'2 Got all the hoes, this true f** your b**h send her back to as [?] to kiss you b**h my flow sick fluid 15's in my f**ing trunk C3E run the f**ing city, I don't see no f**ing comp Feeding rap over this beat like Keke did in '96 My lines sick VIP Club with a fine b**h Talk down and meet me Street sweeper, [?] Control of the needed people Flow eat people, Hannibal Yella b**hes on my dick Now where was your four years ago When I was in the Buick going through it Now they call me baby like I'm in a stroller They know I got my door up They smile when I roll up Club God b**h, the whole clubb screaming hold up When my clique we shine harder than six suns f**ed your b**h the first night, she made you wait six months We don't love these hoes like we don't love these laws Ridin' round in these new white cop car [Beat Switch] [Verse 2: BeatKing] This is some grey tape sh**, some 288 sh** Ferrari look like a genesis My slab look like a spaceship Balling like I'm Mason Bad b**hes chasin' f** n***as talk sh** on twitter, but they don't wanna face him My show are yellow taped in Studewood embracin' Bad b**hes all the way up to n***as in the state pen Keke said I was k**in' these clubs and respects what he sees I told him a beat he can't get for free, cause he's a legend to me Shootout to the SUC from Pokey to ESG Talk down get your a** beat like a VST That Glock 40 black like a PS3 Studewood on my back like 3X tee Got your b**h in my hotel room, sippin' purple s**ing dick while I'm watching [P90X?] commercials Freestyle no rehearsal, b**h I'm the king at this Nut in your b**h face and ain't seen her since Club God all I do is f** hoes and eat Dennys Got three freaks with men you don't like that You can eat semi baow [Beat Switch] [Verse 3: BeatKing] Peepin' in my window, month of December 3am freestyle on, got these hoes on my zipper Scrollin' through my twitter, lookin' for a flipper If she got a weak mind, then I prolly pimp her Rock out with my dick out like I'm Stiffler Yella b**h got three yellow friends look like the Simpsons My two year old hollin' while I'm freestylin' But I'm still fly (G til the day that I die) [Beat Switch] [Verse 4: BeatKing] Got to be a G, one of the realest in it n***as like to see you grindin', but n***as don't like to see you winnin' Them same hoes from highschool that told me and Carter was wack They all in the clubs [?] 09 all them b**hes fat Inhale or debreath a fail I pay all my momma's bills and I get checks in the mail Get s** in hotels all over the country To say hold up and grab my dick, these promoters pay me money Haters can't grip that, so I sit back and think Back when I had that [?] shirt Walking around with headphones listen to all my beats at work Tryna come up with a plan, for me and C3E and it worked Everybody that ever said I couldn't do sh**, ain't sh** now And they forgot what they said But the sh** they said is forever up in my head And I use that sh** today and to the day that I'm dead