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Underground Kings (Chopped Screwed by Slim K)

Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy water

Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape

Probably shouldn't be driving, it just got so much harder

Can't even steer straight, I can't even steer straight

Oh, fuck with me, I buy the shots

Live a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lot

But I'm the truth that's right I fucking said it

The living proof that you ain't gotta die to get to heaven

You girl, you right there, you look like you like this shit

How'd I know, how'd I know? That's me on some psychic shit

I can tell a lie if you ask me about my whereabouts

But I might talk that real if you ask me what I care about

Reppin' bitches, reppin' bitches bitches

And reppin' reppin' them bitches until all of us switches

I swear, it's been two years since somebody ask me who I was

I'm the greatest man I said that before I knew I was

That's what's important and what really happened before this

When me and my crew was all about this rapper from New Orleans

Singing walking like a man, finger on the trigger

I got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, ah

With fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves

I was pushing myself to get something that I deserve

That was back in the days, Acura days

I was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my waysPeople always ask how I got my nice things

Take my crown to the grave, I'm an underground king

I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told

Cause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've been on a roll

And I do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city, cause you know the city love it a nigga

Do it for the city, cause you know the city love it a nigga

Do it for the city, (UGK fuck these other niggas)Sometimes I need that romance, sometimes I need that pole dance

Sometimes I need that stripper that's gon' tell me that she don't dance

Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound good

Do me like the women from my town would

Leather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors

Talking all them good things, that's all I'm really good for

Memphis Tennessee no, see I start to go deep back

And rich crust with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack

And these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouth

And they rockin' furs like it's snowing in the south

And every pretty girl tell me that's the shit that she like

So why am I a classic, this is who I'm trying to be like

So I drop out, lessons I was taught are quick to fade

As soon I realize that term-end papers they won't get me paid

If I don't nothing I'ma ball

I'm countin' all day like a clock on the wall

Yeah need that, making major changes to the life I'm living

I had no choice, I had to prove I made the right decisions

That was back in the days, Acura days

I was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my waysPeople always ask how I got my nice things

Take my crown to the grave, I'm an underground king

I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told

Cause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've been on a roll

And I do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga

Do it for the city, cause you know the city love it a nigga

Do it for the city, cause you know the city love it a nigga

Do it for the city, (UGK fuck these other niggas)

Songwriters

BRYAN WILLIAMS, RONALD WILLIAMS, AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM, TYLER MATTHEW CARL WILLIAMS, SICCATURIE ALCOCK, DUANE STEPHENSON, NOAH JAMES SHEBIB, JOSHUA BANKS, TRISTAN G. JONES, DWAYNE CARTER, ANTHONY PALMAN, EARL CONYERS, TAUHEED EPPSPublished by

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