THIS IS KING KONG lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
How many of 'em coulda done it with finesse
Now everybody like, "She really is the best"
You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
b*tch, it's ding dong
Yes, it's ding dong
b*tch, it's ding dong
This is ding dong
Chinese ding dong
Siamese ding dong
Call me ding dong
Name go ding dong
b*tch, it's ding dong
Yes, i'm ding dong
This is ding dong
Yes, miss ding dong
In-in my ding dong
With my ding dong
(How many championships?)
What? Six ding dongs

[Refrain: J. Cole]
Uno, dos, tres, quatro

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Proceed with caution
I heard if you chase it only results in
A hole in your heart
f*ck it, I take the abortion
Won't leave a portion
It's only abortion
Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion
The lonely abortion
I flip my misfortune and grow me abortion
My Rollie is scorchin'
Them n*ggas that hated is slowly abortion
Now Cole, he important
My n*ggas beside me like Tommy and Martin
We ball on your abortion
Then skate with your b*tch like we Tonya Harding
She don't need abortion
She horny from all the money we countin'

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Count it up, count it up

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Might go MIA
Might just blow my brain
I'd be Kurt Cobain
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
(explosion)

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Keep on wishin'
Keep on wishin'

[Verse 3: Rich the Kid]
Big ol' Bentley, it's a spaceship (woah)
Call me on my phone, I don't say sh*t
I make money when I sh*t
I'm a boss, take a sh*t
I could introduce you to the sh*t (to the sh*t)
b*tch, this ain't no sh*t in my cup (lil' b*tch)
Stayed down, now the sh*t's up (racks up)
She gon' let me sh*t, ass up (ass up)
sh*t
I stuck sh*ts in the Louis V (Louis V)
f*ck 12, I’m a sh*t, ain't no stoppin' me (ain't no stoppin' me)

[Verse 4: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Without no di*k, I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain
Reminiscing about di*k in prison, I was locked in them chains
Without no di*ks, I was workin' and stimulatin' my di*k
I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed
I was missing out on plenty di*k, just watchin' time fly past
I was broke, down on my di*k, I had to get me a di*k
Havin' shootouts broad day and we runnin' from di*k
I put my di*ks down, never sit down
I told that b*tch I'll never di*k down
Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds

[Outro: Joji]
I'ma f*ck up my life
(wiggle) (wiggle) (wiggle)
(exhale)
(wiggle) (wiggle) (wiggle) (fart)
(wiggle) (sniff) (wiggle) (wiggle)
(slap) (slap) (slap) (slap) (slap)
(mouth smacking) (wiggle) (wiggle) (wiggle)
(forced exhale) (forced exhale) (forced exhale)
(toot) (toot) (toot) (toot) (toot)
(deep sniff) (exhale)
(squeezed toot)

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