King George

King George - 31 Flavors lyrics

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(feat. Calli G)



[King George]

Heat in my hand, here come the Kingpin

Ice Cream Man in the sun, slowly meltin

Used to be my homie, used to be my friend

Tried to stop me from droppin "Life Of A Kingpin"

??? and your balls make your long pants sag

Cuz you can't fight your way out a wet paper bag

The ??? goin down, goin down tonight

We know you won't bust a move, a fuckin grape in a food fight

Every time you're up, you put your foot in your mouth

I heard you was trippin by RuPaul's house

Punk motherfucker, undercover lover

One more time, take my picture off your cover

One hundred thousand, that's what you owe me

"I'ma pay you, King!", that's what you told me

Sucker motherfucker still lying to the game

You tried to stop me and ain't a damn thing changed



[Chorus:]

You got 31 flavors drippin out your trunk

You ain't the Ice Cream Man, you little weak-ass punk [x3]



[Calli G]

Plastic-ass nigga must be touched in his brain

What you claim, where you hang, ??? straight mane

Imitation, artificial, playa-hatin nigga

You ain't never been true to the game

[King George:] (We gonna buck you, right on up, we gonna buck you right on

up)[x2]

Trick baby doing that bitch shit, just like my ex-ho

Winning off of daddy's cash flow

But I'm glad you got big-ass wealth

But I'm a little concerned about your bad-ass health

You little bastard you, you ain't ??? those french fries

A small guy, thinkin you done made it big time

Livin on short time, should I say your bored-ass life

Yeah nigga, that's right



[Chorus]



[King George]

You don't smoke weed, so we can't blow a Philly

You're nothing but a fake like Milli Vanilli

Trying to ??? cuz you wear tattoos

A goddamn boy can't fit a man's shoes

You got no friends cuz you burn all pigeons

You're not even wanted by the Muslim religion

Damn, whatcha gone do?

Don't you know the white boy'll get you, foo

Yeah, Calli G, KG, original TRU

Tried to fuck us, now we're both fuckin you

2 G's, waiting on your ass

2 feet, deep in your ass

Step up nigga if you really want some

You're too fuckin dumb, don't know where you came from

??? KG till the breaka-break of dawn

Get your head crushed like an ice cream cone

It's on!



[Chorus]
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Language: English

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