"Royals" lyrics
(originally by Lorde)
Yeaah!
Go time.
Rolled up on my old girl, haircut like James Dean and their swag is still 240p, I’m 1080HD.
Money low, but my city loves me – made a name for myself in my late teens.
I went 8 Queens, they all 18 that whited ‘em all out – shaved cream.
All in her mouth like a canker sore.
Rolled the beat, destroyed the song.
Played the game and I owned them all;
I dunked the ball – Earl Boykins tall I mugged the boy that’s Nate Robinson – huge blaze, short guy.
Stuntin’ on these trash talkers – I’m too real, I ain’t your kind.
Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohh.
Money where my brothers brothers stuntin’ with my pho.
Yellow like the yolk, just a little bit of sunshine.
Girlies better be there for me like a bus time.
They just mad’ cause I cut lines.
All you other rappers do like everything but rhyme.
You can out-swag any other squad but mine.
You can steal my girl, lil’ homie, ‘cause that butt miiiiiiiiiiight & that 9 to 5 ain’t me.
Tryna buy islands just to privatize my life so I can sleep… peacefully.
Lil’ homie, please leave me alone.
Brushin’ brushin’ haters off and I don’t need me a comb.
So, baby, chill with my set; my team isn’t a threat.
And I don’t care ‘bout other rappers, I got kittens to pet.
I’ll leave the city painted red, no su-woop.
OooOoOooOo, killed them, my screw’s loose. I’mma fill mut, no YouTube.
And you could do like everything you want, as long as I don’t have a buy you no East Saint Laurent.
I’m just a normal kid and I don’t think that is my thing.
Just a peasant in this game but I’m living like a king.
And my crew’s back, who’s that? Us, baby – move back.
I don’t care about your page, bitch – close that, new tab.
Fans like a boyband. Shows like a rockstar.
Played the show like young Em (Eminem).
Louder than a cop car. Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohhh.
Money where my brother, brothers stunting with my pho.
Boy got a deal but he never really changed.
IT’S D-P-R-Y-D-E
ALMIGHTY, know the name. Peace.
Go time.
Rolled up on my old girl, haircut like James Dean and their swag is still 240p, I’m 1080HD.
Money low, but my city loves me – made a name for myself in my late teens.
I went 8 Queens, they all 18 that whited ‘em all out – shaved cream.
All in her mouth like a canker sore.
Rolled the beat, destroyed the song.
Played the game and I owned them all;
I dunked the ball – Earl Boykins tall I mugged the boy that’s Nate Robinson – huge blaze, short guy.
Stuntin’ on these trash talkers – I’m too real, I ain’t your kind.
Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohh.
Money where my brothers brothers stuntin’ with my pho.
Yellow like the yolk, just a little bit of sunshine.
Girlies better be there for me like a bus time.
They just mad’ cause I cut lines.
All you other rappers do like everything but rhyme.
You can out-swag any other squad but mine.
You can steal my girl, lil’ homie, ‘cause that butt miiiiiiiiiiight & that 9 to 5 ain’t me.
Tryna buy islands just to privatize my life so I can sleep… peacefully.
Lil’ homie, please leave me alone.
Brushin’ brushin’ haters off and I don’t need me a comb.
So, baby, chill with my set; my team isn’t a threat.
And I don’t care ‘bout other rappers, I got kittens to pet.
I’ll leave the city painted red, no su-woop.
OooOoOooOo, killed them, my screw’s loose. I’mma fill mut, no YouTube.
And you could do like everything you want, as long as I don’t have a buy you no East Saint Laurent.
I’m just a normal kid and I don’t think that is my thing.
Just a peasant in this game but I’m living like a king.
And my crew’s back, who’s that? Us, baby – move back.
I don’t care about your page, bitch – close that, new tab.
Fans like a boyband. Shows like a rockstar.
Played the show like young Em (Eminem).
Louder than a cop car. Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohhh.
Money where my brother, brothers stunting with my pho.
Boy got a deal but he never really changed.
IT’S D-P-R-Y-D-E
ALMIGHTY, know the name. Peace.
Thanks to Antonio J. Fambrough for adding these lyrics.
