Letra da Música I'm Tha King de Brokencyde

Bitch you better step back.
I'm the king when it comes to grippin mics like that.
(I'm the king)
Bitch you better go home.
Crunk kids in the club we ain't leaving you alone.
(I'm the king) x2

Player hater, player hater where you at?
You ain't never seen a down ass bitch like that.
Thin waist, big booty like that.
In the club all day we're gettin drunk off jack.
So player haters where you at?
Quit frontin, say somethin, say somethin like that.
Arms all tatted, full sleeves like that.
Girls see me and they be like, who the fuck is that?
Don't hate, don't hate.
Catch a cold slug if you mean mug we ain't playing.
Got the whole club smokin marry jane.
With their hands up screaming our name. (the broken)
So player haters where have you been?
Go their girlfriends sweatin as soon as we walk in.
It's that pimp game homie, and you will not win.
It'll be this way until the end until then you better..

Bitch you better step back.
I'm the king when it comes to grippin mics like that.
(I'm the king)
Bitch you better go home.
Crunk kids in the club we ain't leaving you alone.
(I'm the king) x2

You don't know shit, hater you don't know shit.
Making up shit'll get your nose split. (oh shit)
We're the kings everyone already knows this.
Sippin pareoon by the ocean. (posted)
Burn bread, gettin head well I'm toasted.
You think you're fixed but you have never been broken!
Player haters in the club get jumped.
You ain't never been a thug, you ain't never been crunk!

Player haters in the club get punked.
You ain't never been a thug, you ain't never been crunk! x4

Bitch you better step back.
I'm the king when it comes to grippin mics like that.
(I'm the king)
Bitch you better go home.
Crunk kids in the club we ain't leaving you alone.
(I'm the king) x2