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UC Brigante

"Long Live The King"

[Chorus]
I need a bad b*tch 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 b*tch 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
b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch death to all the opps
I ain’t gotta be the shooter I’m the one that calls the shots

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