You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
Highlight my flame it be makin insanity
We cook it up alchemy gold on my balcony
Your bitch tryna bow to me fame it come rapidly
Blow up so high now I'm feeling the gravity
Gold on my teeth so I don't get no cavity
Bitch I won't stop until I can live happily
Still getting money your life just a tragedy
Gold on my wrist and these haters be mad at me
Money women cars
Got it coming in by lots
I got parties after school
Got me downing all these shots
I might f*ck your girlfriend once
Now her stomach up in knots
Boutta blow these speakers up
So we maxin out the watts
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
She askin for love
I don't give a f*ck
Feelin like Russel
I only go up
Fill up my cup
You can back the hell up
Complete saga
I'm counting my studs
You can't copy the wave
Just spent a hundred K
On some stupid ass shit
Got it back in a day
Woke up with two bitches
I don't know their name
Bitchs be feeling me
Reading some braille
Set on the top
Like a gameboy cartridge
300 racks
Like a f*ckin spartan
All these whacks turtle killers
F*ckin garbage
I count up my green
Don't f*ckin spark it
Must have killed the ATM fast
It was bleeding blue
Still I got cash
Ima pull up in a f*ckin coupe
Gotta get that dough rough
Higher than a damn balloon
Ima about to blow up
Like a drum set Kieth Moon
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
YKK - Throne (feat. King Kurt Raps) Lyrics
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You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
Highlight my flame it be makin insanity
We cook it up alchemy gold on my balcony
Your bitch tryna bow to me fame it come rapidly
Blow up so high now I'm feeling the gravity
Gold on my teeth so I don't get no cavity
Bitch I won't stop until I can live happily
Still getting money your life just a tragedy
Gold on my wrist and these haters be mad at me
Money women cars
Got it coming in by lots
I got parties after school
Got me downing all these shots
I might f*ck your girlfriend once
Now her stomach up in knots
Boutta blow these speakers up
So we maxin out the watts
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
She askin for love
I don't give a f*ck
Feelin like Russel
I only go up
Fill up my cup
You can back the hell up
Complete saga
I'm counting my studs
You can't copy the wave
Just spent a hundred K
On some stupid ass shit
Got it back in a day
Woke up with two bitches
I don't know their name
Bitchs be feeling me
Reading some braille
Set on the top
Like a gameboy cartridge
300 racks
Like a f*ckin spartan
All these whacks turtle killers
F*ckin garbage
I count up my green
Don't f*ckin spark it
Must have killed the ATM fast
It was bleeding blue
Still I got cash
Ima pull up in a f*ckin coupe
Gotta get that dough rough
Higher than a damn balloon
Ima about to blow up
Like a drum set Kieth Moon
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
Highlight my flame it be makin insanity
We cook it up alchemy gold on my balcony
Your bitch tryna bow to me fame it come rapidly
Blow up so high now I'm feeling the gravity
Gold on my teeth so I don't get no cavity
Bitch I won't stop until I can live happily
Still getting money your life just a tragedy
Gold on my wrist and these haters be mad at me
Money women cars
Got it coming in by lots
I got parties after school
Got me downing all these shots
I might f*ck your girlfriend once
Now her stomach up in knots
Boutta blow these speakers up
So we maxin out the watts
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
She askin for love
I don't give a f*ck
Feelin like Russel
I only go up
Fill up my cup
You can back the hell up
Complete saga
I'm counting my studs
You can't copy the wave
Just spent a hundred K
On some stupid ass shit
Got it back in a day
Woke up with two bitches
I don't know their name
Bitchs be feeling me
Reading some braille
Set on the top
Like a gameboy cartridge
300 racks
Like a f*ckin spartan
All these whacks turtle killers
F*ckin garbage
I count up my green
Don't f*ckin spark it
Must have killed the ATM fast
It was bleeding blue
Still I got cash
Ima pull up in a f*ckin coupe
Gotta get that dough rough
Higher than a damn balloon
Ima about to blow up
Like a drum set Kieth Moon
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they give me a migraine
Yall can't f*ck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is full of ice
I'm flexing all up till the bone
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the f*ck up off my throne
You ain't on my f*ckin level bitch
Leave me alone
Writer: Kurtis Gregory, Yasin Kashubeck
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid