KING OF THE HILLS Lyrics

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KING OF THE HILLS Lyrics by Chris King, Featuring Trippie Redd, latest song 2021, and Produced by Louis (Producer) from the album “Mucus” (2021).

KING OF THE HILLS Lyrics – Chris King

(Oh my God, is that Louis?)
Skrrt, skrrt (Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on)
Gang (800), ha

And you know I’m the goat, baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

This ain’t that (Yeah, skrrt), not tryna love, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna feel, huh

These niggas wan’ be me, huh (Yeah, wan’ be me)
They won’t win and beat me, huh (Won’t beat me, yeah)
None of this ain’t CC, huh (Yeah, CC)
Holy water, come and meet me, huh (Yeah, meet me)

Met her out in DC (Okay, yeah), hot and [?] like a Reese’s cup
Turn her Reese’s Pieces (Reese’s Pieces), huh, let her suck my Reese’s Puff (Reese’s Pieces)
Told that bitch, “Hop up on my D-I-C-K,” (Uh, bitch)
Let that bitch know, I don’t P-L-A-Y (Ah)

Took her to the crib and fucked that bitch in my AND1’s (Ah)
I don’t want no pressure, heard my head was for ransom (Ah)
I don’t trust a soul, I put my trust in a handgun (Yeah)
Niggas throwin’ blows, pussy bitch, better land one (Bah)

Talkin’ out your ass, lil’ jit, understand some’ (Haha)
The last nigga did that shit lost his damn life

And you know I’m the goat (Oh my God, is that Louis?), baby girl, I am the king of the hill (King of the hill)
I’m on the block, I’m not tryna play, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna build (Not tryna bulid)
I’m in that drop, I got that bitch shiverin’, give her Moncler for the chills (Moncler)
This ain’t that (Yeah), not tryna love, lil’ bitch, I’m not tryna feel (Skrrt, not tryna feel)

(Snot)
I be locked up if the cops do [?], I spin his block like a ballet recital
Bricks [?] off-white [?] with the [?], childish codeine in baby bottles
I’m pushin’ snow like Denver, Colorado, my cover girl hold my strap, super model
Ain’t get the message with the semi-auto (You will), I hit the tree hard as Sunny [?] (Blatt)

Look at my wrist, you think I hit the lotto’, I want my pockets thicker than Mulatto
Ironic how I fill the opp with hollows, fuck him, his mother really should’ve swallowed (Slatt)
We gon’ do ’em sicker than a snot nose, [?] rolls [?] condos
[?] drug money, it ain’t a bongo, shoutout to the jungles, that ain’t the Congo

Make a goofy skate, nigga, mongo, got a Asian freak, bring [?]
I can’t kiss these hoes, they got mono (Nah), turn a famous niggas to a John Doe
I whip up this brick old as a dino’, sword torch beef like a gyro
Independent, nigga, what you sign for? Hittin’ the bullseye with a blindfold (Snot), yeah, yeah

SONG INFO:

Song: KING OF THE HILLS
Artist: Chris King
Featuring: MexikoDro
Album: Mucus (2021)
Release Date: December 11, 2021

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