The Crown Lyrics

Uh, how the fuck can I smoke a cunt

Not roll a blunt

Haha, yeah I'm choking up

Give me a sec to sober up

I'm the fucking chosen one

The way your bitch stroke the nut

In the booth posted up

Know the bud

She toke a dub

My hoe my drug

Dealer like Weezy and Kels

She fiend I can tell

The weed that she sell

Is heat with a smell

It leaks and propells

High on her own supply

Eating so well

Profits across regions of Melb

Leaving trees in the mail

Seasonal girl

Leaves or the hail

Ring for sex like a

Freak with a bell

Evil aswell

I put it deep in her tail

She scream and inhale

You'd think it's for help

She like a leech on a cell

Teething to tell

Me all the secrets and tales

Unreleased

Plug the speaker in

Put my tongue deep in her bum

She love teasing it

She give me crumbs

Mum's home, sneak her in

I'm a fucking demon in

The bedroom I beat it in

When she scream

I think it's in

I'm going to be her boy-toy today

I ain't made it 'til I fuck Coi Leray

But she I'm pretty sure she gay

Let's hope she give the boy a taste

And then enjoy the day

My dick is like boa snake

I could destroy her cake

Hey what Joyner say

Fuck you mean

My tongue a gun-machine

Stun the scene

The love in me for rap's a drug you see

It's what I bleed

Writing and rapping's

Enough for me

The cunt's a bonus

I love a V

All this shit is fun to me

Fuckery

Spit sick as fuck

I don't have pneumonia

No ghost-writer

Guess I got phasmaphobia

I level up, I get stacked and over you

Rack zirconias fact

Know we up

No cunt can show me up

Uh

On top of the mountain

Fuck y'all who are doubting

Just talking and mouthing

Can't even pronounce shit

Loud shit, foul shit

Head in the clouds

And we shouting out

Where's the crown bitch?

On top of the mountain

Fuck y'all who are doubting

Just talking and mouthing

Can't even pronounce shit

Loud shit, foul shit

Head in the clouds

And we shouting out

Where's the crown bitch?

I have it

I'd be happy if I die rapping

Slap me if my life shatters

Tap her and your wife scatters

Guess I lay down the pipe, daggers

Hi rappers, I leave you dripping

Like nice fashion, I'm eye-catching

Haha

Who's on top?

Got the booth on lock

The new top dog

Cushion

What a futon got

I'm what a soup's on hot

This shit knock like a boom-box bop

Straight bread like a cruton lot

You fucking dickhead

I'll pulp you cunt 'til you piss red

My witt's end

Splits hairs

I said I'm eye-catching I get stares

This blares, no witch lairs

Talk bare shit there

Change up like a switch

There's a bar for you

Sit there and just glare

How'd he think of that shit?

Yeah, sick wear

Drip like Ric Flair

Fit fire, a lit flare

A dime and I kiss cam

A diamond my wrist yeah

Diamond my bitch yeah

Fuck that

Ain't got time for that shit

New bitch is sky-high

So I be climbing that bitch

6'5 those hips wide

I'm driving that shit

Shoving that shit

Bust, cum on her tongue

And she loving that shit

Tree trunks on my shoulders

Got double D boulders

So I'm chucking the bone in

Pile-driving the stone in

Loving the moaning

She tugging and groping

Just as I'm busting a load in

Oh shit

On top of the mountain

Fuck y'all who are doubting

Just talking and mouthing

Can't even pronounce shit

Loud shit, foul shit

Head in the clouds

And we shouting out

Where's the crown bitch?

On top of the mountain

Fuck y'all who are doubting

Just talking and mouthing

Can't even pronounce shit

Loud shit, foul shit

Head in the clouds

And we shouting out

Where's the crown bitch?