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Royal Rumble Lyrics by KEY! ft. Matt Ox & Quadie Diesel, from the album “Mama’s Man EP“, music has been produced by 14GOLDS, and Royal Rumble song lyrics are penned down by Matt Ox, Quadie Diesel & KEY!.

Royal Rumble Lyrics

Haha, die, haha (Okay)

Okay, buying drugs my per diem (Per diem)
A nigga I just saw just had died, I still ain’t even see him (I still ain’t even seen him)
It’s a fish fry, niggas wanna act like pussy, that’s how I leave ’em (That’s how I leave ’em)
[?] when you see him (Fuck, okay)
I’m talking ’bout me (I’m talkin’ ’bout), I’m talking ’bout me (I’m talking ’bout KEY!)
That talk is not cheap (Talk is not cheap), he VV’d the teeth (he VV’d the teeth, let’s get it, let’s go)
Okay, he’s overcompensating (Let’s go)
I just wear my mask, I wear my mask just like I’m Haitian (How come?)
Okay (What?), plus I’m instigatin’ (Okay)
I’m Brian Nichols, that’s my inspiration (Okay)
Ayy, my trap not a trap (Trap, trap)
Ayy, my trap not a trap (Okay)

My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)

Ay, third time forever, I’m way too spicy
Never еver catch the same fit, that’s a hypеbeast
Big brick of money in my home like wifey
I get a bad lawyer every time they try to indict me
How many pounds can I fit in the G5, G5 sittin’ real low like knee high
Make this bad bitch go low like deep fry
Push your head down like the chicken when it’s deep fried
Break it down in the trap with the new guys
I get this fuck bitch fishbowl in the Nissan
Different type of flavors you could pick em’ just like Baskin Robins
I’m a fucking trapper tell her cracker I ain’t pickin’ cotton
I be catchin’ plays off the backboard I feel like Dennis Rodman
You would think an apple in my pants the way she get to bobbin’

My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)
My trap not a trap, my trap not a trap (For free)

No cap, no cap
Never that go head and get them racks
I want slack, want slack
[?] to the max
I won’t flip, won’t slap (yeah)
No pics, no flash (yeah)
New whip, go fast
I know I won’t crash, I know I won’t crash
I want, no wide, body
Buffalo, I’ll ride, low
On the stove, like it’s pizza rolls
On the stove, like the heat got cold
You know it, yeah, you know
I blew it, yeah, I blow
I’m floatin’, yeah, I float
I’m goin’, yeah, I go
You fake, I know it’s for sure
You’re pissed, you’re movin’ too slow
We can’t relate, and you not the bro
They copy and paste, they wanna be clones


SONG INFO:

Song: Royal Rumble
Singer: KEY! ft. Matt Ox & Quadie Diesel
Album: Mama’s Man EP (2022)
Music: 14GOLDS
Lyrics: Matt Ox, Quadie Diesel & KEY!


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