Crowned Lyrics

Ayy, ayy

Yeah

Nino, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nino, Nino, Nino

Ever since the ism got into the fuckin' game though

Had em stomping down for my crown and made a name though

I remember growin' up with daddy wearin' Kangol

Now these pretty bitches call me daddy cause my game so

strong then a bitch, I'm bout my bread, I need my panko

Chillin' overseas, goin' places that you can't go

Need a chocolate, a Mexican, and an Anglo

Daddy need a brand new diamond chain, it's gon' hang low

Oh yeah, yeah

You look misdirected come get crowned by a king

Ain't no BFE ho, come get down with the team

She gon' stay in pocket cause she down with the dream

Oh yeah, yeah

Look out for the fag, they not down if they seen

Kicked the bitch out, she ain't got traits of a queen

Lil' bitty bitch don't even give thanks to the king

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Some of em call her trickin, that's a part of pimpin

My stable bringing back, them digits so I make em glisten

But I don't give a bitch a a thee thee if she don't listen

So gone and listen, my bitch like soldiers in the field

They complete the mission

These cats be poppin' all that Pimpin ', ain't got pots to piss in

I'm stompin' down on a hawk, a laker, and a piston

I always tell the youngsters it's about quality

Not quantity, no I'm talkin' bout

You gotta put ism in the bitch to get rich

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