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Nique - King of the Hill Lyrics



Nique - King of the Hill Lyrics




Shit left me bruised up n battered From walkin on egg shells for people
That don't even matter
I keep the uh by the bladder
Ion like niggas that chatter
I'd like yo ass if it's fatter
I kept the P's in the attic
Mama could smell it through plastic
The money I made was fantastic
The shit that it cost me was tragic
That's why ion feel none you niggas
The shit that you seen wasn't the graphic
How I turn trap life to lavish
I did that shit like it's magic
Niggas drop dimes like they Magic
I keep a pole like my girl work at Magic

Damn, I can't even do a song with That boy if I wanted the beef is still Grillin
As a youngin kept an ace up my Sleeve
I was prepared for whatever they Dealin
Dillmatic he jump started all of this Shit out the gate wit me rappin so Shoutout to Dillon
Ion do well in relationships and I Admit it's because I suppress all of My Feelings
Ya, I get the neck n I'm chillin
Ya, I want the whip with no Ceilings
Ya, She wanna ride with the Villains
Ay, I just wanna ball like I'm Krillin
I don't wanna pop up in mentions or Tags or nothin from none of you Niggas
I rather keep poppin these tags fake Handshakes and laughs I'ma pop me A nigga
Ya, I hope it's obvi to niggas
King of the hill you just Bobby to Niggas
Come to my city I'm stamped they Ask about you it's like ehhh prolly My nigga
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Shit left me bruised up n battered From walkin on egg shells for people
That don't even matter
I keep the uh by the bladder
Ion like niggas that chatter
I'd like yo ass if it's fatter
I kept the P's in the attic
Mama could smell it through plastic
The money I made was fantastic
The shit that it cost me was tragic
That's why ion feel none you niggas
The shit that you seen wasn't the graphic
How I turn trap life to lavish
I did that shit like it's magic
Niggas drop dimes like they Magic
I keep a pole like my girl work at Magic

Damn, I can't even do a song with That boy if I wanted the beef is still Grillin
As a youngin kept an ace up my Sleeve
I was prepared for whatever they Dealin
Dillmatic he jump started all of this Shit out the gate wit me rappin so Shoutout to Dillon
Ion do well in relationships and I Admit it's because I suppress all of My Feelings
Ya, I get the neck n I'm chillin
Ya, I want the whip with no Ceilings
Ya, She wanna ride with the Villains
Ay, I just wanna ball like I'm Krillin
I don't wanna pop up in mentions or Tags or nothin from none of you Niggas
I rather keep poppin these tags fake Handshakes and laughs I'ma pop me A nigga
Ya, I hope it's obvi to niggas
King of the hill you just Bobby to Niggas
Come to my city I'm stamped they Ask about you it's like ehhh prolly My nigga
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Writer: Dominique Fenstermacher
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Nique
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Dominique Fenstermacher

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