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King Vocab - 89' Vocab Lyrics



King Vocab - 89' Vocab Lyrics




Hands up nigga, for 89 niggas
It's going to be nigga
A big surprise nigga
It's going down, nigga when I'm around, nigga
Don't F*ck wit clown niggas, it's going

80s baby,yeah I'm going crazy
Just sign a deal, nigga that boy amazing
Y'all can keep playing, its no time for games
Hate only last so long, I love change
Hit em wit Obama quotes, no I'm not the goat
But I go at anybody, if anybody want to go
Yall cant see me nigga even wit a periscope
Prepared to go at anytime, what I write aint parables
Apparently hate is all I see, no oceans
This a new wave, its no comparison
Yall gon need paramedics, the way I'm killing shit
Let's tri angles, like pyramids
I pair like Bluetooth, you can't see me but I know you hear
You pear, like fruit, you soft inside and on the exter
Nigga f*ck it made it clear, niggas talkin all that bullshit
I don't want to hear, yall niggas fear me
Vocab in the build, mane I'm going real hard
Yall niggas know my skill, yeah for real nigga

Back for 2ñds, shit this where y'all learn to lesson
Shit, our time, I meant it, man this shit will only take a second
Hour time, thats minutes, seen what I do wit 60 seconds
I'm heavily armed my mind is weapon
Its all my essence, you niggas too extra
You niggas is trepid, go take next exit
You not in my lane, they not on my level
She text me A shovel, she dig me forever
I Used to love her, no common sense
None in common since, since I don't rap like none of them
I'm going off like car alarms, that mc hammer shit
You get it later, like some forget
Virgo season superlative, my pen nice
Like good manners, too nice
Fat Kid from bad Santa, crabs in the bucket no cancer
Virginia country grammar
Its game over, this not hova, thoughts brighter than supernova
My drive similar to chauffer, im the answer
If you question, I'm born in September
You somebody, nobody knows
Didn't sell my soul to get across the globe
Hands up for 89, Drops microphone
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Hands up nigga, for 89 niggas
It's going to be nigga
A big surprise nigga
It's going down, nigga when I'm around, nigga
Don't F*ck wit clown niggas, it's going

80s baby,yeah I'm going crazy
Just sign a deal, nigga that boy amazing
Y'all can keep playing, its no time for games
Hate only last so long, I love change
Hit em wit Obama quotes, no I'm not the goat
But I go at anybody, if anybody want to go
Yall cant see me nigga even wit a periscope
Prepared to go at anytime, what I write aint parables
Apparently hate is all I see, no oceans
This a new wave, its no comparison
Yall gon need paramedics, the way I'm killing shit
Let's tri angles, like pyramids
I pair like Bluetooth, you can't see me but I know you hear
You pear, like fruit, you soft inside and on the exter
Nigga f*ck it made it clear, niggas talkin all that bullshit
I don't want to hear, yall niggas fear me
Vocab in the build, mane I'm going real hard
Yall niggas know my skill, yeah for real nigga

Back for 2ñds, shit this where y'all learn to lesson
Shit, our time, I meant it, man this shit will only take a second
Hour time, thats minutes, seen what I do wit 60 seconds
I'm heavily armed my mind is weapon
Its all my essence, you niggas too extra
You niggas is trepid, go take next exit
You not in my lane, they not on my level
She text me A shovel, she dig me forever
I Used to love her, no common sense
None in common since, since I don't rap like none of them
I'm going off like car alarms, that mc hammer shit
You get it later, like some forget
Virgo season superlative, my pen nice
Like good manners, too nice
Fat Kid from bad Santa, crabs in the bucket no cancer
Virginia country grammar
Its game over, this not hova, thoughts brighter than supernova
My drive similar to chauffer, im the answer
If you question, I'm born in September
You somebody, nobody knows
Didn't sell my soul to get across the globe
Hands up for 89, Drops microphone
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Writer: Tiwain Eberhardt
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Length: 3:34
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