King Chip

King Chip - Stand Up King lyrics

rate me

This life that chose me filled with hate and some hoes and lots of dough

Yeah, my nigga, we sipping, grab that 2 liter, I got the 4

Please excuse my bluntness, oh, you don’t smoke? Excuse my bluntness

No, don’t try me ‘cause you don’t want this

Yeah, my Oldsmobile was stuntless

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

Y’all hoes ain’t got shit on us

Nigga, we too real, no jewels, all bling

Couple stripes, sipping that, flipping in the clique

Real niggas put two guns in the air

Let it out, two or three shots to let these fuck niggas know

We up in here

Bitch ass nigga, I’m king, this bread fine, I’m spitting these facts

You can keep your two cents ‘cause I’m working with all these racks

Bitch ass nigga, I’m King Chip, rhyme with a queen and two or three jacks

Yeah, y’all hoes can roll as long as y’all promise to relax

Can’t fuck with hoes that’s too turnt up, her image gotta be flawless

Every damn asshole, what they call us

That’s probably ‘cause they can’t call us

Got no communication with these lames, just let ‘em keep faking

Been too patient, one shot turn niggas to patients

Just face it

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Have a goddess in my hotel, last few nights I sweat for God

Sink, their life so crazy, so many times I almost died

Everybody wanna be a boss here, everybody wanna be head nigga in charge

Everybody wanna play killer but don’t nobody wanna take that charge

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

Y’all hoes ain’t got shit on us

Nigga, we too real, no jewels, all bling

Tell these hoes I got that glow, I’mma always make sure you know

Blow was out 10 years ago, selling reggie outside the store

Post it up, gotta miss the seeds, got niggas out here tryina get a little cheese

Please don’t say freeze, they just squeeze, yo Kimble rest in peace

Bitch ass world tryina hold me back, a lot of my niggas never seen ten rack

Money only good when you able to spend it

New Benz only look good when I’m in it

Real shit, nigga got a brand new branding, when the new shit drop, I’mma be in it

Should’ve never told me time to get it, should’ve never told me sky’s the limit

Level takes walking through the mall, bitches thought they seen a Sasquatch

Bitch, come get these back shots, might as well call ‘em rack shots

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

Fall to your knees and kiss this ring

You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king

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