fires' burnin, and your fever is a risin An the drums begin a poundin It's the King of Swing... 'King of Swing' 'King of Swing' 'King of Swing'
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vides Quand c?est moi le king du triple swing C?est moi le king du triple swing Le king du triple swing Mon frere Sebas c?est le king du triple swing
Translation: B.B. King. Swing.
Translation: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. King Of Swing.
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King Porter! The rollicking Rajah of Romp? King Porter! The plinkin'est plunker This side o' the border? Who? Except King Porter Who is the King of the Keys? King
You're sittin' there lookin' proud Thinkin' you're so fine Tryin' to run around With every friend of mine Think you're so smart, baby Think that I'm
Born with a baseball and a bat in his hand Daddy had him swinging from the time he could stand Out in the sandlot he was king at the plate He kept his
, na, na, na I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Can't forget it, they made me who I am, a king And I'm still on the
cheater Babymomma gone 'cause I ain't know how'ta treat her Shout out to Na'isha Shout out to Latisha Shout out to my shorty with that little white Bimmer Feeling like a king
blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it On my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen Then the puppy love thing, together dream 'Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
40 (Um I'm goin') Let me breathe on ya man, let me speak upon a man Let me teach you somethin' about this game (Mmm) Let me show you how to swing, push
Willy Rat King this one's for you (Chorus) (Verse 3) We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hangin' from my big chain Swing
told you eight years ago It's still my prerogative, don't you know It's still my thang and if you don't Like the way that Bobby Brown swings Stop calling
