Congratulations lyrics

by

King Los


[Intro]
King, ugh!

[Verse 1]
Ho you know we caking in this b*tch
Let yo' baby mama blow my candles out and make a wish
Get yo' boyfriend, he put it
We trapping, we juggin'
But if our eyes cut they get a guy cut
I bring the hoes out like a fire truck
But a f*ck a fire truck, I never cool off
I ball goofy, you a goofball
n*gga over green, you get in the pocket and get chopped and shot like a pool hall
Oh my God!
These hundreds
Got a n*gga itching like smokie
Geeking like goopy
We can like groupies if she can like coochie
Tryna' eat it eat it while beat it beat it beat it beat it like a Uzi
Uzi, prrr, Uzi
Get it? In other words that’s automatic
But f*ck these hoes, n*gga y'all can have it
It’s all ecstatic, I’d rather rubber band her
Handful of hundreds in my other hand
I do the same thing, I’m the f*cking man, so mind yo f*cking manners
Man it’s getting crazy lately
n*ggas raising guns but won’t raise a baby
I ain’t racing n*ggas, I’m a razor baby
Cut these n*ggas short and then erase 'em baby
Have patience baby, that’s what mama said
So f*ck these hoes, I’m about my bread
And I’m rolling up that strong boy
For all my home boys that’s getting out the feds
Congratulations!
[Pre-Hook]
Last night that Ciroc had me faded (had me faded)
Real n*ggas said we glad you made it (glad you made it)
See I dropped out of college but my money graduated (graduated)
Bought myself a brand new Rollie just to say congratulations (congratulations)
b*tch I made it (b*tch I made it)
Congratulations! (Congratulations!)
b*tch I made it (b*tch I made it)
Congratulations! (Congratulations!)
Make it clap (Make it clap)
Congratulations! (Congratulations!)
b*tch I made it (b*tch I made it)
Congratulations!

[Hook]
All my cars – Congratulations!
All this ice – Congratulations!
All these hoes – Congratulations!
It’s only right – Congratulations!
Pop a bottle – Congratulations!
Brand new crib – Congratulations!
All this money – Congratulations!
I’m the sh*t – Congratulations!

[Verse 2]
Uh, I’ma need to see the reverend
Cus I’ve been walkin on shells lately like Rev Run
But I can run these MC's all by myself, baby
Took 2 L’s but I’m cool mo
My D boys is so sumo
Cause they push weight, like push, wait
Put Pusha on, then push play
This a push play, I’m a block boy
My boys blocking, got blocks boy
If yo' boys blocking, get they blocks chopped
We set precedents like Barack pops
Get her wet like April showers
Change seasons, let her fiend
All she want is this Mayweather
Best D she ever seen
My rich b*tch paint the navy peach
Blow more trees than Miami Beach
Or Miami Heat (Miami Heat)
She spent like 50 grand on some fluid sh*t
I be so close, LeBron could read my Instagram, no bullsh*t
Same sh*t, my chain lit
Other than that I ain’t changed sh*t
Bentley look like Batman
Grill on the front on some Bane sh*t
Ain’t this bout a b*tch?
But this ain’t bout no b*tch though
Just know
[Pre-Hook]
Last night that Ciroc had me faded (had me faded)
Real n*ggas said we glad you made it (glad you made it)
See I dropped out of college but my money graduated (graduated)
Bought myself a brand new Rollie just to say congratulations (congratulations)
b*tch I made it (b*tch I made it)
Congratulations! (Congratulations!)
b*tch I made it (b*tch I made it)
Congratulations! (Congratulations!)
Make it clap (Make it clap)
Congratulations! (Congratulations!)
b*tch I made it (b*tch I made it)
Congratulations!

[Hook]
All my cars – Congratulations!
All this ice – Congratulations!
All these hoes – Congratulations!
It’s only right – Congratulations!
Pop a bottle – Congratulations!
Brand new crib – Congratulations!
All this money – Congratulations!
I’m the sh*t – Congratulations!
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