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King of Johannesburg by Money Mike S.A Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

Intro

Introducing to you money mike
Yeh u know the baddest boy in the game
Are you in?
Yeah
YALLA HABIBI MUSIC

We taking over
Rahhhh

Suuuuuuuu whooooooo

Walk pass your mom with a smile on my face
As she burst tears out her fu**king ugly face
Your body laid down the mother fu**king streets man idgf bout u or the police 

Catch me c cruzing in the vally

Big cs
(GUN SHOTS)
3-9 Alexandra street is where i be
I been down with them kills
Fake niggas
Get the breez
Real niggas earn em motherf****** streets

Talk is cheap u blink I pass I kill
My rhymes a killer
Man get it how it is
Word is bond f**k you and ur dealer

Gang banging with my pops 
All this candy fucking sluts
With em plenty big buts
Screaming mother f**k the oops 
Tryna blame me for my pops 
All i smell is dirty cops
Earning pennys so they drop
Cases they never lock 

90 thousand in my envelope, words got u thinking head spinning , catch a stroke

F**k that 2.5 that you blew money mike on the mike that's a cue

Yous a bi**h tryna fluss
Bring a priest for ur cuss
That's a blast no fuss
You've taken it, no payment
Never went to school
Studied in the basement thought I'd never knew
See me move
Ye I never f**king loose

We with stock moving killos , d rose , we know , she know , Kemo , reload 

Wolf tickets gone get the stabbing 
Employ they mothers in my cabin 
Living large im a dragon 
Got my semi automatic
AND I AINT NO F**KING ADDICT
IM JUST A MOTHER F**KER F**KER F**KER

Smuggle cocain with em 90s fliping white cheese 
Prison wolf is wat u might be
Dead bodies baked down my mother f**king yard
Bean slot , Slick talk , i been woke
Got my uzi cannon ram
Sniper blooded with my m4 flooded
Sick stomic got the bi**h runing 

Im Blood killer You a bi**h tipper

Walk down the isle of hell with a crown on my head father forgive me if I ever try to repent
Broke ass bugs need decades to elevate 
On my grade A
I am the God and u r the pesent

Blow me up a ciga in the almighty name of allah 

Strapped G's on some pablo
I call
All the shots
You get down on some blue cold
I score
419 in this bi**h
That's that protocol

Pop a stool pigeon
Ima get a broad sheba
Gum shoe in my valley
With the bracelets yeah i flew a couple hatters

Got your chopper squad in a chicago overcoat
Happy cabbage to my bim
Flipping pages of murder scenes

I done tell it like it is
I been puffn cheese

Say wah

See me never in to beefing
But cheesing
I got em streets in to some living
My merchandise be leaking
But u niggas be sleeping
On this arabian habibi
We be burning argile
I'm hòt as the sun of dubai bele me we been it , we leading
King of the city
Habibi
Murder we did it for living
Niggas be digging
In our business
12s in the murder of my city
Yet we feeding
We winning
It dont need no mother fu**king religion

Iza fi hada
Beuaa
Min Kafi
B koun
Ya rab
W Allah
Kan aala shambi
W ruhe kanit maee
W hala ma fi hade maee


I got jealous niggas around
Inches away from my mother fu**ing figures
Just landed in Dubai
Yeah I got your bitchs maee
Swerving in Abu Dhabi
Fly high in the sky
Private jet no lie
You prolly wonder why
I'm so high

Ayyyyyyyyyy