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Nasty C – King Shit Lyrics

King Shit By Nasty C

Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh

This is how it feel to be on top of the world, oh-oh
I’m so glad I’ve been through the dirt, oh-oh
You can never play me, I know my worth, oh-oh
You can call me whatever you want, I’ve been called worse, nigga
Let go of all your fears, let go of all your fears
I go to church on the moon, I talk to God on shrooms
I know I’m not perfect, but the God I worship
He forgives, He saves

King shit (King shit), king shit (King)
King shit (King), king shit (King)
Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Set it off)
Set it off (Off), set it off
Come on
King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)
King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)
Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Off)
Set it off (Off), set it off

Ice box, where my heart used to be
Giving rocks, to the slimes cool with me
Can’t never let the guap ruin me
Ten times what they say on my eulogy
Snapbacks, tattoos and jewelry
Talking dollar signs, ever so fluently
Top of the world, baby, it’s you and me
She’s all about her nudity
It be moving me, is she using me?
Ms. Troublemaker, come hop in the pool with me
Know what we doing, we right where we choose to be
Thought I told you it ain’t new to me
I might show my true colours, for you to see
This for the homies that God took away from me
Heaven is empty, they’re right in the stu’ with me

King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)
King shit (King shit), king shit (King)
Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Set it off)
Set it off (Off), set it off (Off)
Come on
King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)
King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)
Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Set it off)
Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Off)

Have you ever seen a Zulu man as passionate as this, baby?
Flying state to state, to state, to state, to state, to state
But Durban still the crib, baby
Five hunnid [?] for the feature, spittin’ lava through the grill, baby
I know they’re ’bout to tell me I’m feelin myself
When they all wanna know how it feel, baby
All you cheerleaders stick to cheering, please
What’s your two cents to my [?] McQueen
The ones before me started calling me king
Pass me the torch, now I carry it clean
I’m only human, I am not a machine
Can’t have everybody under my wing
You take the crown, you take the yang and the yin
Defend the title, I’ma stay in the ring
Ring