Kingg - You Bitches Don't Know

King G
King or Queen, no matter what
Let's go
Wow, wow, wow
You bitches don't know
You bitches don't know
You bitches not takin' enough notes!
You bitches don't know
You bitches don't know
You bitches cannot appraise all of my glow
Oh oh!
They don't know, they don't know
How to imitate the superior pro 
Don't you see what you owe?
Cannot hear you up from my french chateau, woah
I'm too much for ya, got too much flow for ya
Smoking too much shit, that's only because of ya
Tryna erase the past I have with ya
I can't forget the feelings I used to feel when I was with ya
Oh oh! She's so dope 
Barbiana is not sniffing that coke, go!
Kiss the hand of the doll
And you know she'll keep it under control, woah
Drugs got me sick, but i need'em to feel chic
I don't go to the pit, only need to suck your dick
If you're hot, gimme some lick, then I'll be moving my hips 
Cannot tell you all the tips, bitch I know you feel the eclipse
Streets are so safe?, at the tube you'll feel hate
It's only envy, that's what everybody do say
Don't you see persecution's what we inhale?
Hearing fag all day, I'll be escaping when they say hey
And I'm smoking all my years,
bitch listen me, don't you have a fucking pair of ears?
Bitches shading for no reason
I said bitches, only talent is my motherfucking vision, woah
I see they say Gigi is so pretty
Then I see them all acting motherfucking shitty
I can tell what they are doing is only cheating
I'mma take the cutlery 'cause I am gonna be eating
Don't let them tell you what the fuck to do
Just see me slaying at the top of the room
Bitch come and give me that vroom, vroom, vroom
Ain't a queen? you can only smell my perfume
You sniffin' all the blanco
Me, I'm prayin' to no motherfucking santo
Bitch you better know que yo soy la que mando
Only King G puede dar el fucking canto
And I'm sometimes going fast
Sometimes in slow motion
Boy who think I am? 
I ain't show devotion
Bitch you are confused?
You have a commotion
Criticise my make up?
Go and take some notions 
Emotions, proportion, things I ain't care about    
Exaggerations make the big explosion 
From up here, I cannot see you all bad bitches
Tall and heels is my brand, thank you, next bad bitches  
They're not on my level, they envy my fucking place
They would do everything to climb and steal my grace
A rapper with his make up, use your imagination
My flow is universal, don't need any rehearsal
These bitches are my copies and you call it inspiration?
You can have a sit and lose all your fucking patience
It's Nicki, Ari and Iggy, crap they are so controversial
Only these three bitches give me real inspiration
Cause I'm the best, I feel blessed
Not my body, not my eyes but my chest
Inked a big eyeliner, VIP 'cause I'm the guest, do your best
Try to pass the test, bitch I have no fucking access 
A hoe will never make me depress, they are very impressed
When they see my nails I'm in the best dressed
Don't care bout your problems, 'cause I have no interest 
You have an arrest, you're a completely mess
Bitch don't look at my dress, I ain't gotta guess
Bitch go to your home 'cause you failed the fuckin' test, pow
Yo, yo, yo, yo
You sniffin' all the blanco
Me, I'm prayin' to no motherfucking santo
Bitch you better know que yo soy la que mando
Only King G puede dar el fucking canto
King, King, King G
King or queen, no matter what
Tarzan on da beats
Let's go

Written by:
Gifré Brau

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