Yeat & King Kylie – Let King Tonka Talk Lyrics

Let King Tonka Talk

Yeat & King Kylie

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"Let King Tonka Talk." - Yeat & King Kylie

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:53 am

Album: ADL

Track No: 09

Hold on, yeah, let King Tonka talk
I just walked inside this club, I got two bitches and they grabbin' on me (King Tonka)
Yeah (Uh)
I just walked inside this club, I got two bitches down there grabbin' on me
She be thinkin' that just 'cause we fucked, this shit is matrimony (Fuck)
When she find out that I fucked her friend, she gon' be mad she knew me
I'm on demon time all day, I don't ever have the time to fuckin' tell her
And she always give good head like she a fortune teller
And when I came all on her chest, it makes a brand-new sweater (Uh, uh, CDG)
And she wan' come inside this world, decidin' if I let her
And I be smackin' on her ass when she leave the Sprinter
When we fuckin', she be screamin' every vowel, she know every letter
I be higher than a god, lil' bitch, and look at me, I'm put together
Every time I pull up on these pussies, bitch, I change the weather
Brand-new BBL, I thought this bitch was fuckin' Kylie Jenner
Hold on
Let King Kylie talk
I just walked inside this club and all these bitches, yeah, they grabbin' on me (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 bitch, it's third degree
That's how I fuck her
Yeah, it's hard for us to be discreet (Shh)
I could fuck you, yeah, right now in the middle of the street (Fuck)
I be geekin' out my mind, but bitch, it help me sleep, uh (Yeah)
I don't really have the time, lil' bitch, you know it's me, yeah
I don't wanna waste time with that lil' bitch
Wanna waste no time with that lil' bitch
But she gon' pull up on me and mount it, climb all up on my dick
We got way too much of this money, bitch, this fluid got me sick
I flew this bitch 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
We could let this shit go down right now, I shoot it from the hip
We could pull up every city and we sinkin' every ship
I be talkin' so much shit, I might be the richest shit lil' kid (I am)
And she doin' hurdles on me, she be jumpin' over that shit
Feel like a turtle, like a zombie, bitch, I'm fried up in this bitch
Like my bitches, I'm gon' run my money up, then make her kiss, uh
You be talkin' 'bout this shit you never live, it don't exist (You be lyin')
We can see that you be lyin', everybody notice it
And you can go talk shit online, I'm still the biggest in this bitch
Oh, uh, the biggest
Let King Tonka talk to you, and I did
Uh, we could pull up, it's okay
Bitch, I could do this all day
No playin' 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?

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Lucien Dunne, Dylan Brady, Daniel Chetrit & Kylie Jenner.

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