King - Jacquees, T.I.

You know I got a pimple on my, my chin

I’ma bust that **** later (Trauma Tone)

But

I just wanna let everybody know that I’m the king of R&B right now

For this generation (No cap, no cap)

I understand who done came and who done did that and that and that

But now it’s my turn

Jacquees the king of R&B, I just heard him say it

And I, I been feelin' like that

ATL, let’s get it, I’m the new king of R&B

Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to all the kings before me, all the greats

Felt like Tip, ridin' on 24s when my debut hit the stands (Uh-huh, skrrt)

Used to be ridin' Mustang but I know that Lambo' was in the plan (I'ma get me a

motherfuckin' Lambo', nigga)

Nine years old, karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson hand (Yeah,

shout out my mama, for real)

Singing, «I want you back,» 'cause my girl knowin' one day I’ll be the man

(Uh-huh, yeah, c’mon)

Grandma put me on my first flight, now I’m in the UK with American bands (No

cap, yeah, and I fly private)

If you a big dawg, book me in your city, I shut it down, you become the man (I

done proved this shit already)

You can count on me, I knew one day I’d get it (Yeah)

Shuttin' shit down, now I’m the king of the city (No cap)

Every day, a star is born (That's a fact)

And if we talkin' kings, there’s more than one (On God)

You should clap for 'em

Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey

You should clap for 'em

Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap)

You should clap for 'em

Clap for 'em

'Cause I’ma clap for 'em (Yeah)

Clap, clap (Uh), clap (King), clap (Huh)

Kill a nigga for the time that he looked at you

I’ll be there when you’re throwing that, that too

Put your ass in the air, I’ma kiss that, boo

Your girl over there, I’ma hit that too

Get Kama Sutra freaky sex

Doggy style, missionary

Bless the day I met you

Can’t go nowhere, ain’t gon' let you, uh-uh

Top off

In convertible, that Birkin ain’t no knockoff

Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I’m a player

Ain’t no million, then we don’t compare

Like Nas said, it ain’t hard for you to tell, yeah

From the west side of Atlanta

Change the street name, it don’t matter

I say Bankhead, I mean my hood

Where I grew up, fuck that cracker

No, I don’t go to Stone Mountain 'cause that statue on the side

A reminder of that time when we survived genocide, damn

You should clap for 'em

Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey

You should clap for 'em

Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap)

Clap for 'em (Clap)

You should clap for 'em

Clap for 'em

'Cause I’ma clap for 'em

Clap, clap, clap, clap

King shit, let’s get it