Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Always back on the bullshit
Poppin it up
Going ruthless
Bad bitch tryna f*ck
Call her toothless
Bad bitch tryna f*ck
Cause I'm too lit
Straight As
She's a scholar
Student
Get touched
Always stay with a ruler
Big shit
That'll pop ya medula
Niggas they know
That I stay with
The truth
Drop top
So I see out the roof
Push start
Then I'm driving to you
Late night
On them backroads
Smoking
Thinking how
Ya body gon move
Wet just like the ocean
Surf it
Commotion
I go swimming for you
Deep dive
Im tryna drown
All in the fountain of you
You you you
Yea we crazy
My driving insane
All gas
While I'm pushing the range
Same team
I ain't switching the lanes
Big plans
Like Watch out for me
Like ready
Set
Go
Start
Freeze
Like my cold heart
Hands up
Come and show me some
Winning liking a player
But I'm sinning
Like I'm bad luck
She just want me for the fame
Yea she tryna get her cash up
Birkin Bags
The double C
Louis V
Dior
Devil walking
But the body god like
Might just sin some more
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Cash
Cheez
Money
Bad bitch
She tell me she
Love me
But I know she telling
Me this for the money
Fame
Jewelry
The lights
Ballin just like I was mike
Came back
Before all the hype
Okay okay
Fake people
Always on my line
Tellin me that I was great for the time
Talking behind me
All they say is lies
Friends
Brought em all up
Cause they mine
No one before all the guys
But my sins
They hide
Afraid of the hype
Vices they wanna realize
Reality check
Ain't the vibe
Know you tryna
Catch the come up
But the gain I see is mine
Seen that you was lurking
Tryna copy the moves
Catch a ride
Know she with the fake shit
I know she stay with the lies
I know I gotta lotta
Money
Pain
Lotta people go insane
With all this money
I do what I do
Cause I know when I die
It all fades
I can tell all the real from the fakes
Keep the grass low
From the snakes
See em all entangled on the low
Low
Low
Low
Low
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
KJ Trouble - S!NS Lyrics
KJ Trouble - S!NS Lyrics
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English
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Always back on the bullshit
Poppin it up
Going ruthless
Bad bitch tryna f*ck
Call her toothless
Bad bitch tryna f*ck
Cause I'm too lit
Straight As
She's a scholar
Student
Get touched
Always stay with a ruler
Big shit
That'll pop ya medula
Niggas they know
That I stay with
The truth
Drop top
So I see out the roof
Push start
Then I'm driving to you
Late night
On them backroads
Smoking
Thinking how
Ya body gon move
Wet just like the ocean
Surf it
Commotion
I go swimming for you
Deep dive
Im tryna drown
All in the fountain of you
You you you
Yea we crazy
My driving insane
All gas
While I'm pushing the range
Same team
I ain't switching the lanes
Big plans
Like Watch out for me
Like ready
Set
Go
Start
Freeze
Like my cold heart
Hands up
Come and show me some
Winning liking a player
But I'm sinning
Like I'm bad luck
She just want me for the fame
Yea she tryna get her cash up
Birkin Bags
The double C
Louis V
Dior
Devil walking
But the body god like
Might just sin some more
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Cash
Cheez
Money
Bad bitch
She tell me she
Love me
But I know she telling
Me this for the money
Fame
Jewelry
The lights
Ballin just like I was mike
Came back
Before all the hype
Okay okay
Fake people
Always on my line
Tellin me that I was great for the time
Talking behind me
All they say is lies
Friends
Brought em all up
Cause they mine
No one before all the guys
But my sins
They hide
Afraid of the hype
Vices they wanna realize
Reality check
Ain't the vibe
Know you tryna
Catch the come up
But the gain I see is mine
Seen that you was lurking
Tryna copy the moves
Catch a ride
Know she with the fake shit
I know she stay with the lies
I know I gotta lotta
Money
Pain
Lotta people go insane
With all this money
I do what I do
Cause I know when I die
It all fades
I can tell all the real from the fakes
Keep the grass low
From the snakes
See em all entangled on the low
Low
Low
Low
Low
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Always back on the bullshit
Poppin it up
Going ruthless
Bad bitch tryna f*ck
Call her toothless
Bad bitch tryna f*ck
Cause I'm too lit
Straight As
She's a scholar
Student
Get touched
Always stay with a ruler
Big shit
That'll pop ya medula
Niggas they know
That I stay with
The truth
Drop top
So I see out the roof
Push start
Then I'm driving to you
Late night
On them backroads
Smoking
Thinking how
Ya body gon move
Wet just like the ocean
Surf it
Commotion
I go swimming for you
Deep dive
Im tryna drown
All in the fountain of you
You you you
Yea we crazy
My driving insane
All gas
While I'm pushing the range
Same team
I ain't switching the lanes
Big plans
Like Watch out for me
Like ready
Set
Go
Start
Freeze
Like my cold heart
Hands up
Come and show me some
Winning liking a player
But I'm sinning
Like I'm bad luck
She just want me for the fame
Yea she tryna get her cash up
Birkin Bags
The double C
Louis V
Dior
Devil walking
But the body god like
Might just sin some more
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Cash
Cheez
Money
Bad bitch
She tell me she
Love me
But I know she telling
Me this for the money
Fame
Jewelry
The lights
Ballin just like I was mike
Came back
Before all the hype
Okay okay
Fake people
Always on my line
Tellin me that I was great for the time
Talking behind me
All they say is lies
Friends
Brought em all up
Cause they mine
No one before all the guys
But my sins
They hide
Afraid of the hype
Vices they wanna realize
Reality check
Ain't the vibe
Know you tryna
Catch the come up
But the gain I see is mine
Seen that you was lurking
Tryna copy the moves
Catch a ride
Know she with the fake shit
I know she stay with the lies
I know I gotta lotta
Money
Pain
Lotta people go insane
With all this money
I do what I do
Cause I know when I die
It all fades
I can tell all the real from the fakes
Keep the grass low
From the snakes
See em all entangled on the low
Low
Low
Low
Low
Take me to the king
Need a preacher
Someone save me now
Got a lot of sins
Sippin on the gin
Someone hear me out
Freezing cold again
Darkness closing in
No one hear me now
Got it coming in
You coming in
Like fame is all you bout
Writer: Korein Ammons
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid