Royalty (Feat. Billy Bad Ass)

Mr. 3-2

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    [Hook - 2x]
    Copper platinum, silver and gold
    Even with lint in my pockets, I'm still gon hold
    Sitting swoll down South, diamonds in our mouth
    We gotta put it in your face, just to show you what we bout

    [Mr. 3-2]
    Platinum tongue, platinum game platinum speaking
    Pimping the streets, over these beats I'm freaking
    Thugged out Iceberg, Gucci and coochie
    Strapped up at all times, I can't let these niggaz do me
    Taking this gangsta shit truly, keeping it playa
    Governor of this rap game, the Boss Man with long hair
    Sitting in a Versacci chair, calling shots
    Street Game CEO, my pockets is addicted to knots
    We bleed blocks and bust shots, and ride down on ya
    From Texas to NYC, all the way back to California
    You's a goner I got to get ya, straight like that
    Squash the chat, erasing your feature off the map
    What's the hap's on my feddy, cause I'm coming to get it
    Can't mention this shit cold, but I'm leader ridiculous
    I'm wicked and stay true, to who loyal to me
    Copper platinum silver and gold, representing royalty

    [Hook - 2x]

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    [Billy Bad Ass]
    For the love of this game doing the thang, loving this game
    Who's to blame, bitch read the chain
    Invisible set princess cut, spell my name
    Fuck you know bitch, ain't no need to explain
    I keep a thing for aim, flip a V-12 with bang
    4.6 range, riding the South with terrain
    Strapped like Jesse James, the real gon feel my pain
    Check my veins, and if I knock down the drugs
    Check my block, and if I knock down a thug
    Check my glock, it'll be eleven and one slug
    With niggaz with mean mugs, thinking they seen slugs
    But I was leveled and seen, with niggaz dicks in the mud

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Billy Bad Ass]
    Copper, platinum, silver and gold
    Pimps, killers, dealers and hoes
    Is all I know, riding close and slow from massive cold
    Got licks where I whip's, 36 to 84
    A Street Game contract, like big Shaq shit
    And the Governor got my back, for you niggaz with that jack shit
    You don't know, you better ask
    Cause Billy Bad Ass, will get you a toe tag bitch

    [Mr. 3-2]
    Sitting swoll I'm cold, in this street game I play
    Me and Billy Bad Ass, ready to put work in cause it pays
    Punk watch what ya see, about royalty
    Cause you don't wanna cross that line, in your L-I-F-E
    G-O-V, represent the almighty dolla
    Fake niggaz speak like hoes, but real niggaz holla
    Holla-holla, if you ain't talking bout nothing
    Bitch you better move around, get out my face and stack some'ing
    Quit fronting like you the man, cause I'm knowing you's a runner
    I'm a 3rd Coast Boss, with my lil' bro right up under ya
    Hitting these streets like thunder, in a Benz on cutters
    Mean mugging for the world, ready to kill a motherfucker

    (*talking*)
    Ha hoe niggaz we fa sho niggaz, kick do' nigga
    Smoke dro, fuck your hoe fa sho nigga
    Running these broads bitch, royalty is money bitch
    Know I'm tal'n bout

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