Crook Deez - King Shit

I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh
Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe
Too G not to grab the door and take a peek
I got dick for days and she got ass for weeks
Sweep you off your feet don't let you walk on pavement
When you want to speak I bless you with my patience
Wear it with pride if the shoe fits and
I see you as a queen elevate you to this King Shit
Beautiful as ever what my eyes see will I shoot my shot
Most likely Peep the scenery, yes I'm fully medicated off this greenery
She alone, just looking at her phone So I make my presence known
Big and bold, black bald headed man was the blame
You work at the airport cause you got some baggage I'm tryna claim
Fat ass, she laugh, gotta love that sense of humor
Forget the rumors, it's really a hit and miss
What they say, you turn niggas into tricks
And the way you lick your lips, makes you a choice pick
Let me take you on a trip, I can make you mine
I ain't really rich baby, but I'm doing fine
I can flood your wrist quick, just to show the time
Treat you like fine wine, introduce you to this king shit
I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh
Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe
Too G not to grab the door and take a peek
I got dick for days and she got ass for weeks
Sweep you off your feet don't let you walk on pavement and
When you want to speak I bless you with my patience
Wear it with pride if the shoe fits and
I see you as a queen elevate you to this King Shit
So tasty, remind me of a parfait
Big nigga looking forward to the entree
I grab you by your waist
Uh, you can run but you gon' cum before you get away
Don't make me chase, I get caught up in the moment
I move at a player pace, gone by the mornin'
Embrace, this time while you have it, money is my motivation
A-game is my habit, I'm a dicksman
Certified and stamped it's off topic but we off to the tropics
Enjoy a brief stay, money in my briefcase
No clothes, no phones, just you and me at the double tree
In your eyes, I can see the sun rise
You a angel in disguise, as I kiss you on your thighs
You belong up on the runway, fine as wine
I enjoy your scent before I take a sip on some king shit
I'm that nigga women dream to meet, uh
Bread and butter, yes I got the recipe
Too G not to grab the door and take a peek
I got dick for days and she got ass for weeks
Sweep you off your feet don't let you walk on pavement and
When you want to speak I bless you with my patience
Wear it with pride if the shoe fits and
I see you as a queen elevate you to this King Shit

Written by:
BOOKER JONES

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