African king

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Got too much swag, I don't know what I want I mismatch all this shit when I want Pop the tag off this bitch if I want it I can pass on a bitch I don't want it I got racks now these bitches started coming [Verse 1] Show in France, I got hoes out in London Show was packed, had these hoes showing titties Out of state, yeah, I don't miss my city, city You ain't safe, have a shootout at Lenox You diss me in my state got it litty, litty They be stealing the swag I invented, 'vented I got racks in these Rick Owens denim, denim Had the stick in the bag and they swore I was gay The Dior too tight, might not fit up in 'em Got this bitch in the back and she giving me face Hmm, I'll try not to send a picture All these hoes love the coke, all these hoes off the yay Yeah, they got blow in they face Got this hoe on her knees and she not tryna pray Yeah, this hoe giving me brain [Verse 2] And yeah this life could get surreal, yeah it's like I live in a daze My brother swiping every meal, I don't remember the last time we paid Lil Dior still don't got no deal, I might just shoot-out a v8 Hoes everywhere, I got hoes showing cake My bitch a ten, yeah my bitch serving face Play with her kitty, she like my nail paint We at the Whitney, the Ritz been outdated Smoking Gelato 41 got me faded I'm in the crib in the hills this bitch gated All of these hoes want my dick I'm invading My eyes bloodshot like I'm zim, no invader They see the swag, bite the style on a daily I think it's cool, bite my style while it pay me I'm their dad, put them down like my baby I just spent two thou on my baby The Moncler on her hair look amazing Give the world to this bitch, I'm debating [Chorus] Got too swag, I don't know what I want I mismatch all this shit when I want Pop the tag off this bitch if I want it I could smash on a bitch If I wanna [Verse 3] Fly to France, I got hoes out in London I got racks, I got racks, and I got some more coming I got hoes dropping pants by the press of a button And this bitch pussy bald head like Joe Budden And I'm mixing up Balmains like I'm Ye That boy got a problem shoot him in his face My hoe got a problem, I don't go on dates Turn a hoe into a boss bitch and give her wings This shit not over till the fat lady sing Imma bend her over she don't complicate things Stop calling me Jehovah, I'm the African king And she like "Damn Jehovah, he the man of my dreams"