Elvis - The King And I

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  I roll up like the bottom of a 
tooth paste tube
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  Blue suede shoes, one missin' a 
shoe lace to it
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 Two new chains, you can call me 2 
Chainz
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Ropes hang like Hussein's noose 
(Woo!)

Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose 
(Yeah)
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It goes: one for the trailer 
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park, two for my baby-ma
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Three for the tater tots, four if 
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you ate a lot
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Five if you came to rock, straight
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 up while I'm shittin' on my comp'
I'm about to use the John (What?) 
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like Grey Poupon (Dijon; woo!)
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Money like a scroll, bitch, my 
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paper long (Yeah)
Longer than it takes a blonde to put
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 her makeup on (Yeah)
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'Cause me and Elvis gelled 
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together like cellmates (Hey!)
Yeah, this the Jailhouse, bitch, and
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 I don't give a– (What?)


[Chorus]
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And I don't give a shit about a 
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thing you say
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I just wanna feel like a king today
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And if you don't like it you can 
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sit and spin
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Middle fingers up (Yeah), we 'bout 
to do this shit again


[Verse 2]
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Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye 
(Yeah)
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Top five since I discovered peroxide
 (What?)
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Yeah, since I got signed (Woo!), I 
went from pot pies
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To Jack and the Bean– (Huh?), I'm 
watchin' my stock rise (Woo!)
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These little attention seekers, 
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I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics 
(What?)
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Got 'em all on pins and needles 
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(Yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning
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Give these little pricks the 
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finger, and when I stick this thing 
up
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It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (Woo!),
 soon as he lit the weed up (Huh?)
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As I go pickin' speed up (Where?), 
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like I was finna re-up (Yeah)
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Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxene is
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 how I treat it (Get it?)
Continúa después del anuncio
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Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still 
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boxing with all my demons (Yeah)
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But a couple Xanny bars and I'm 
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Danny Gar–, see ya!
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Been stuntin' on you from the jump
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 like Evel Knievel
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Back in the cut and stackin' chips
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 up like a can of Pringles
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Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose 
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(Why?), I got so many hit singles 
(Yeah)
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Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles, 
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you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil


[Chorus]
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And I don't give a shit about a 
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thing you say
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I just wanna feel like a king today
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And if you don't like it you can 
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sit and spin
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Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do 
this shit again


[Post-Chorus]
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It goes: one for the trailer 
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park, two for my baby-ma
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Three for the tater tots, four if 
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you ate a lot
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Five if you came to rock, and you 
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never gave a fuck
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Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do 
this shit again


[Verse 3]
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  I stole black music, yeah true
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Perhaps used it (For what?) as a 
tool to combat school
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Kids came back on some bathroom shit
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Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?)
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'Cause they mad that they can't do 
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shit (Haha)
And I know I'm such a dick, huh? 
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(Yeah)
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And it must be fuckin' with ya 
(Yeah)

To know I up and quit the (What?)
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Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah)

And yet my buzz is bigger (Wow)
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Still rappin' circles around you 
(Yeah)
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Like a boa constrictor (Break it 
down)
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Now I'm about to explain to you 
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all the parallels
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Between Elvis and me, myself
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It seem obvious: one, he's pale as 
me
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Second, we both been hailed as kings
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He used to rock the Jailhouse, and 
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I used to rock The Shelter
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We sell like Velveeta Shells & 
Cheese (Woo!) (Let's go!)
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But y'all miss the meaner me, back 
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when I had felonies
That went over your head because you
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 just fell on knees
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You just literally knelt to me, I 
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used to have no self-esteem (Yeah)
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I used to cry myself to sleep 
(What?)
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Honestly, I need doubters because 
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you motherfuckers (Yeah)
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Motivate me to make you look stupid
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Believers, a little faith is all I 
seek from you
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All I need to do is hear you say the
 same shit
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My father said to me when I was just
 a week or two
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"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, 
stupid)
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No more Guinness Stout, but my 
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belief in myself
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Once again is stout (Yeah), so many
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 world records, I'm Guinness'ed out 
(Huh?)
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Shit you say goes in and out (Oh)
My ear canals, so either my 
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hearing's out


[Chorus]
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Or I don't give a shit about a 
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thing you say
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I just wanna feel like a king today
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And if you don't like it you can 
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sit and spin
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Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do 
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this shit again


[Otro]
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