King Nicky’s Crown Andre Nickatina (Ft. Lolo Swift)

Verse 1 (Andre Nickatina)

My raps are like a cell phone rate
Cause they keep ringin all across the state
Hit the barbque party make a hefty plate
I give u hell until i make it to the pearly gate
Feel pretty, king nicky do it for the city
The spot got hot when they shut of the semi
Game is late with a straight poker face
My recipes cats all wanna taste
But wait its the chef the new hockey ref
Cuz im a cold rap cat till my very last breathe, yes
I crash cars like the Malachi brothers
My horoscope told me there is no other
I rap everyday like a Christmas gift
I stay hot at the head if the g's don't flip, but trip
Crushed velvet i tackle no helmet (wuh)
I probly ain't shit if u let a freak tell it

Verse 2 (Lolo Swift)

Wha (??) (??) (??) (??) via pimp take it for what its worth
Loli lo might mama never (???)
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With the magnitude that you submittin'
To the game brame watch this how you be forgettin
Cut out your never next with the stylish jack
Leave ur ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH
Picture this superbowl sunday
Niggas shoottin craps in the kitchen
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Bank robber
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What ever you like pumpin I ain't from my abs
Cause my ass is tight