KUNTA_ZA - KING OF THE WEST Lyrics

Sipping on sprite dashed with ciroc
I'm with your girl, your girl on my cock
Bitch I'm ontop she want me to stop
I could still get you cuffed but I ain't no cop
Bitch nigga we on Bitch nigga we on
Bitch nigga we hot
I get high on my own sir
Head you gon fold sir
Fuck all of my opps I been chilling with my soldiers
Fuck you know about culture
Most you niggas vultures
She Grab me by my braids while she ride me on your sofa
From the back I make it go clap clap clap clap I know Lil mama gon sing
Lil fine African ting
She know she a fling ain't copping no ring
If she got class then me and my boys we sliding in
The money, the fetty, the guap dat be my Vitamin
She need couple gold rings just wait till I win I get you this tings
More money more problems buh fuck it
The money make the world spin
Them boys don't know where i been or what I been through like get out my skin
Ain't really fucking with him buh let em all in I swear they my twins
No hands Lil shady gon clap, Like which one is that
She throw it way back,
Made it up on the map we made it through rapp
We up in trap
Where your real niggas at
Real niggas at Real niggas at Real niggas at
Where your real niggas at
Real niggas at Real niggas at Real niggas at
Sipping on sprite dashed with ciroc
I'm with your girl, your girl on my cock
Bitch I'm ontop she want me to stop
I could still get you cuffed but I ain't no cop
Bitch nigga we on Bitch nigga we on
Bitch nigga we hot
I get high on my own sir
Head you gon fold sir
Fuck all of my opps I been chilling with my soldiers
Fuck you know about culture
Most you niggas vultures
She Grab me by my braids while she ride me on your sofa

Sipping on sprite dashed with ciroc
I'm with your girl, your girl on my cock
Bitch I'm ontop she want me to stop
I could still get you cuffed but I ain't no cop
Bitch nigga we on Bitch nigga we on
Bitch nigga we hot
I get high on my own sir
Head you gon fold sir
Fuck all of my opps I been chilling with my soldiers
Fuck you know about culture
Most you niggas vultures
She Grab me by my braids while she ride me on your sofa
From the back I make it go clap clap clap clap I know Lil mama gon sing
Lil fine African ting
She know she a fling ain't copping no ring
If she got class then me and my boys we sliding in
The money, the fetty, the guap dat be my Vitamin
She need couple gold rings just wait till I win I get you this tings
More money more problems buh fuck it
The money make the world spin
Them boys don't know where i been or what I been through like get out my skin
Ain't really fucking with him buh let em all in I swear they my twins
No hands Lil shady gon clap, Like which one is that
She throw it way back,
Made it up on the map we made it through rapp
We up in trap
Where your real niggas at
Real niggas at Real niggas at Real niggas at
Where your real niggas at
Real niggas at Real niggas at Real niggas at
Sipping on sprite dashed with ciroc
I'm with your girl, your girl on my cock
Bitch I'm ontop she want me to stop
I could still get you cuffed but I ain't no cop
Bitch nigga we on Bitch nigga we on
Bitch nigga we hot
I get high on my own sir
Head you gon fold sir
Fuck all of my opps I been chilling with my soldiers
Fuck you know about culture
Most you niggas vultures
She Grab me by my braids while she ride me on your sofa