King Brown Lyrics by Barkaa
La, my ex called my toxic, called me King Brown
Well if I’m so toxic, why you ringin’ now?
You think you a man, this is my house
I’m sorry, where the fuck is my crown now? Nah, keep it
I just only want my land back, so give it!
He ain’t fuckin’ with my mental ’cause I’m independent
When I left him, he said, “Go ahead, you’ll regret it”
I ain’t regret shit ’cause look at where sissy’s headin’
Dooti-ma, you don’t speak my language
I got signed up ’cause sissy is so hard to manage
I’ve got a vocab that stabs deep and leaves damage
Got ya new doobay checkin’ in, she a fan bitch
That’s only standard, she’s demandin’ her respect
Ya man lined up at Centrelink demandin’ for a check
Promise I wouldn’t come for him, I’m comin’ for his neck
I’m so sorry but it’s time to rain down on a bitch
Nah, I ain’t sorry, ask Maury who the baby daddy me
Tears pourin’, sorry, baby, you can’t baby mama me
And I’m sittin’ back here yawnin’ ’cause I’m livin’ drama free
And they keep runnin’ back to me ’cause Barkaa is a beast
Call me King Brown
You ain’t fuckin’ with me now
Came too far just to go back down
Call me King Brown
Makin’ money out my mouth
Yeah, it’s Barkaa, bitch, and this is my fuckin’ house
Call me King Brown
You ain’t fuckin’ with me now
Came too far just to go back down
Call me King Brown
Makin’ money out my mouth
Yeah, it’s Barkaa, bitch, and this is my fuckin’ house
La, I don’t even speak Spanish but they all call me mummy
I ain’t cryin’ over budoo unless that budoo makes me money
Give a fuck about these fullas I just find them all funny
How you get love sick, you make me sick to my stomach?
Baby go and get a grip, cryin’ like a little bitch
Told ya I only want my kids and that is it I’m sorry prick
I just got to get and go, I ain’t meant to fuck around
But tittas got depths to her, don’t want you to fuckin’ drown
I’m all up on my level bud, maybe you should level up
There’s levels to this rap shit and sis went and created one
King Kong?! Nah you can call me King Brown
Put me on your ringtone and make sure that it ring loud
I see independent tittas you all make me big proud
I ain’t goin’ back to nothin’, too windy for ghost towns
Ahh and I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe in love
I’m just sayin’ I don’t believe you dogs
Call me King Brown
You ain’t fuckin’ with me now
Came too far just to go back down
Call me King Brown
Makin’ money out my mouth
Yeah, it’s Barkaa, bitch, and this is my fuckin’ house
Call me King Brown
You ain’t fuckin’ with me now
Came too far just to go back down
Call me King Brown
Makin’ money out my mouth
Yeah, it’s Barkaa, bitch, and this is my fuckin’ house