Let King Tonka Talk Lyrics – Yeat, Kylie Jenner | ADL

Read the full Let King Tonka Talk lyrics by Yeat and Kylie Jenner from the album ADL along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Yeat]
Hold on
Yeah, let King Tonka talk
I just walked inside this club, I got two b!tches and they grabbing on me (Uh, King Tonka)
Yeah (Ah, ooh)

[Verse: Yeat, King Kylie, Yeat & King Kylie]
I just walked inside this club, I got two b!tches down there grabbing on me
She be thinking that just ’cause we fu*k, this s*it is matrimony (Fu*k)
When she find out that I fu*ked her friend, she gon’ be mad she knew me
I’m on demon time all day, I don’t ever have the time to fu*king tell her
And she always give good head like she a fortunе teller

And when I camе all on her chest (Uh), it makes a brand-new sweater (Uh, CDG)
And she wan’ come inside this world, slide in if I let her (Ah)
And I be smacking on her ass when she leave the Sprinter
When we fu*king, she be screaming every vowel, she know every letter (Oh, woah)
I be higher than a god, lil’ b!tch and look at me, I’m put together
Every time I pull up on these pussies (Ha), b!tch, I change the weather
Brand new BBL, I thought this b!tch was fu*king Kylie Jenner
Hold on, let King Kylie talk
I just walked inside this club and all these b!tches, yeah, they grabbing on me (Phew, oh, don’t let her)
They could never (No)
Mm, get off of me (Ho)
Oh, this girl can’t get off of me (She can’t)
This money change the world, it got me overseas (Oh yeah)
Every time I touch this b!tch, it’s third degree, that’s how I fu*k her (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Yeah, it’s hard for us to be discreet (Shh)
I could fu*k you, yeah, right now in the middle of the street (Fu*k)
I be geeking out my mind, but, b!tch, it help me sleep, uh, yeah
I don’t really have the time, lil’ b!tch, you know it’s me (Uh), yeah
I don’t wanna waste time with that lil’ b!tch
Wanna waste no time with that lil’ b!tch (Okay)
But she gon’ pull up on me, yeah, mount it, climb all up on my d!ck (Mount it, yeah)
We got way too much of this money, b!tch, this fluid got me sick
I flew this b!tch out from Toronto, she sing Sopranos when I hit (Ah)
I might as well be a bartender, when she pull up, she gon’ sip
I’m a nicotine fiend, she a hookah and I rip (Uh)

We could let this s*it go down right now, I shoot it from the hip (Bop)
We could pull up every city and we sinking every ship
I be talking so much s*it, I might be the richest s*it lil’ kid (I am)
If she doing her alone and she be jumping up in that s*it
Feel like a turtle, like a zombie, b!tch, I’m fried up in this b!tch (Okay)
Slap my b!tches, I’m gon’ run my money up, then make her kiss (Uh)
You be talking ’bout this s*it, you never live, it don’t exist (You be lying)
We can sit here, you be lying, everybody notice it (They hiding)
And you can go talk s*it online, I’m still the biggest in this b!tch (You hide)

[Outro: Yeat & LUCID]
Ha, uh, the biggest (Phew)
Let King Tonka talk to you and I did
Uh, we could pull up, it’s okay
B!tch, I could do this all day
No playing with me, don’t play
Let King Tonka
Won’t you let King Tonka talk?
Won’t you let King Tonka talk?
Let King Tonka talk
Won’t you let King Tonka?
Let King Tonka talk
Won’t you let King Tonka?