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Tyga

Genres: Hip-Hop

King & Queens Lyrics - Tyga

We all dream one day we kings and queens 

We all dream one day we kings and queens 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

 

Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim 

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless 

5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists 

Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians 

God cover my soul, need it, can't let it go 

I know you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road 

I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the throne 

I would take you along, but then that college loan you'll owe 

Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us 

Saying they all different, but I don't show them no effort 

Underestimated that?, then I tested 

Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it 

I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit 

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong 

Go against a bull nigga head-on 

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb 

Army stance, ready for war 

We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor 

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored 

They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door 

 

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We all dream one day we kings and queens 

We all dream one day we be kings and queens 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

 

We all dream one day we kings and queens 

We all dream one day we be kings and queens 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

 

Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest 

And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his breath 

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best 

Though I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death 

We in cool with all of these niggas 

I'm through with all of these niggas 

You fool with all of these niggas 

You lose like all of these (niggas) 

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits 

Anybody riding with young'in will probably recoup 

Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics 

Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?) 

I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga 

And don't offer least of shit to these people's opinions 

I'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches 

Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run this you dig? 

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens 

I'm lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen 

 

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We all dream one day we kings and queens 

We all dream one day we be kings and queens 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

 

We all dream one day we kings and queens 

We all dream one day we be kings and queens 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream 

 

You're in the presence of a majestic, esoteric 

Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected 

I can say ghettoest 'cause I come from where metal spit 

Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil's grip 

Won't pop another pill, can't drink another sip 

Tryna slow down with this pussy, I can't, I love this shit 

I seem to love these whips, a white 

Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit 

At night, where they murdered (?) 

That's the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball 

See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home 

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom 

Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang 

'Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing 

So that make you a queen, surviving anything 

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring 

Pimp of the year, I could smack your father 

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver 

I been in pressed silk since breast milk 

Mets cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga 

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