UC Brigante - Long Live the King

[Chorus]
I need a bad bitch pronto
Kick her out the front door
My bruddas pushing weight
And they ain’t never pulled a muscle
It’s UC, head Honcho
You think you know you dunno
Gave her to the broski let him hit it in the condo

Moving block to block yeah, you know I got it locked yeah
On laylatelqadr all I prayed was free the akhs yeah
Long live the King bitch death to all the opps
I ain’t gotta be the shooter I’m the one that calls the shots

[Verse]
Pull up to the spot just my friend and me
Tell me baby girl why you dming me
Unless you tryna do something, suck something
Threesome, foursome
Bitch your grandmama knows I’m awesome
Unless it’s bout the money or punani I don’t wanna hear it
Tell the cops I wasn’t there but I was there in spirit
I’m the one pulling the strings you got no idea
Turn my bitch to a niqabi, let nobody see her
She said she’s never done this before yeah yeah
Hope she don’t see my eyes roll yeah yeah
She a lil hoe she a pro yeah yeah
I get what I want then I’m gone yeah


[Chorus]
Bad bitch pronto
Kick her out the front door
My bruddas pushing weight
And they ain’t never pulled a muscle
It’s UC, head Honcho
You think you know you dunno
Gave her to the broski let him hit it in the condo

Moving block to block yeah, you know I got it locked yeah
On laylatelqadr all I prayed was free the akhs yeah
Long live the King bitch death to all the opps
I ain’t gotta be the shooter I’m the one that calls the shots

[Verse]
In my mind couldn’t find a place to rest
Until I put the Montika all across my chest
Then I put it on my back then I put on for my hood
Then I put em on the map
From the S Y D
Come and get like me
Ya’ll talk too much, say less my g

Ya’ll say you make songs that’s great my brotha
But look here lets get this straight my brotha
You ain’t no UC Brigante my brother

Secretly, I think my friends are my enemies 
I’mma die a legend appreciate the memories
Last words to my homies and my enemies
Long live the king, king of the melodies


[Chorus]
Bad bitch pronto
Kick her out the front door
My bruddas pushing weight
And they ain’t never pulled a muscle
It’s UC, head Honcho
You think you know you dunno
Gave her to the broski let him hit it in the condo

Moving block to block yeah, you know I got it locked yeah
On laylatelqadr all I prayed was free the akhs yeah
Long live the King bitch death to all the opps
I ain’t gotta be the shooter I’m the one that calls the shots

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