The Crown Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Uh, how the fuck can I smoke a cunt
Not roll a blunt
Haha, yeah I'm choking up
Give me a sec to sober up
I'm the fucking chosen one
The way your bitch stroke the nut
In the booth posted up
Know the bud
She toke a dub
My hoe my drug
Dealer like Weezy and Kels
She fiend I can tell
The weed that she sell
Is heat with a smell
It leaks and propells
High on her own supply
Eating so well
Profits across regions of Melb
Leaving trees in the mail
Seasonal girl
Leaves or the hail
Ring for sex like a
Freak with a bell
Evil aswell
I put it deep in her tail
She scream and inhale
You'd think it's for help
She like a leech on a cell
Teething to tell
Me all the secrets and tales
Unreleased
Plug the speaker in
Put my tongue deep in her bum
She love teasing it
She give me crumbs
Mum's home, sneak her in
I'm a fucking demon in
The bedroom I beat it in
When she scream
I think it's in
I'm going to be her boy-toy today
I ain't made it 'til I fuck Coi Leray
But she I'm pretty sure she gay
Let's hope she give the boy a taste
And then enjoy the day
My dick is like boa snake
I could destroy her cake
Hey what Joyner say
Fuck you mean
My tongue a gun-machine
Stun the scene
The love in me for rap's a drug you see
It's what I bleed
Writing and rapping's
Enough for me
The cunt's a bonus
I love a V
All this shit is fun to me
Fuckery
Spit sick as fuck
I don't have pneumonia
No ghost-writer
Guess I got phasmaphobia
I level up, I get stacked and over you
Rack zirconias fact
Know we up
No cunt can show me up
Uh
On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown bitch?
On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown bitch?
I have it
I'd be happy if I die rapping
Slap me if my life shatters
Tap her and your wife scatters
Guess I lay down the pipe, daggers
Hi rappers, I leave you dripping
Like nice fashion, I'm eye-catching
Haha
Who's on top?
Got the booth on lock
The new top dog
Cushion
What a futon got
I'm what a soup's on hot
This shit knock like a boom-box bop
Straight bread like a cruton lot
You fucking dickhead
I'll pulp you cunt 'til you piss red
My witt's end
Splits hairs
I said I'm eye-catching I get stares
This blares, no witch lairs
Talk bare shit there
Change up like a switch
There's a bar for you
Sit there and just glare
How'd he think of that shit?
Yeah, sick wear
Drip like Ric Flair
Fit fire, a lit flare
A dime and I kiss cam
A diamond my wrist yeah
Diamond my bitch yeah
Fuck that
Ain't got time for that shit
New bitch is sky-high
So I be climbing that bitch
6'5 those hips wide
I'm driving that shit
Shoving that shit
Bust, cum on her tongue
And she loving that shit
Tree trunks on my shoulders
Got double D boulders
So I'm chucking the bone in
Pile-driving the stone in
Loving the moaning
She tugging and groping
Just as I'm busting a load in
Oh shit
On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown bitch?
On top of the mountain
Fuck y'all who are doubting
Just talking and mouthing
Can't even pronounce shit
Loud shit, foul shit
Head in the clouds
And we shouting out
Where's the crown bitch?