| I got 7 mac 11's, it’s a 147 on any peasant
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| With a stone cold vengance will get ya brethren
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| This the daily routine chase dreams and scoop cream
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| But of course this broke niggas wanna get in between
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| So I keep my eye wide on the New York crime side
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| It’s 33 reasons why I’m just too fly
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| My ora stay beaming indigo blue feeding off ya soul
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| Fool beating off the pro tools ahh
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| Do what I gotta till my crew hold a lotta ones
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| Momma see what I become shining on the world her son
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| Told me I would be the one way before neyo
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| You niggas ain’t believe though now I’m bombing like my weed smoke bitch!
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| Smoking on this loosie still elegant like a 2 piece
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| Mister writing on my iPhone I stuffed my pockets with lose leafs
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| Like loose leaves fall in autumn I turn the clock never stalled em
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| Spit fire like we some sawyers they look they never saw us
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| I’m painting let me do my thang yo type always bend a name or 2 that I’m 7
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| chains
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| Bumping they music will leave stupid like heroin rather medicine
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| That’s to eat that proper sediment for better man
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| Like a black hearse we lead and we stay ahead of them
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| Edison the way the light bulbs on my head they shimmering
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| If yo shit ain’t lit you ain’t using yo head severit
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| Shoutout for the battle but none of these niggas helmets fit ughh!
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| You unprepared homie you need my messages
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| My flow like walking on stilts giving niggas that leverage dropping gems and
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| shit
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| Filled up inside of my penmanship peep the redder it
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| We make new rules like we presidents
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| I’m tryna win but in the process of a better man
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| Who you better than? |
| never me nigga I got synonym
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| Stay anonymous only few niggas conspire with
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| Spitting higher shit that boom bap lyrical scientist
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| People trying it tell em conquer their whole environment
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| Yo tv lying man flip egg brain and they frying it
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| Devine, illuminated fire spinning 3 eyes
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| Creating my reality since a nigga was knee high
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| See I, come through and always handle my B. I
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| Rock split life after death shouts to B. I
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| G.I Puppies up in heavens with the angels
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| Leave them niggas on ankles sting them niggas like a bee hive
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| We are street kings similar to T. I
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| We are 3 kings gifted on the M. I
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| C.I see why niggas hate cause we up
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| Mad as shit cause they down
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| I would hate to be y’all
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| My gun would make you revolve
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| I got 8, 38's increase the murder rates
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| I send niggas to pearly gates
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| I Know magic my gun would make you levitate
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| Hit you with the shotty catch a body then we celebrate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3hree Kings , by - Freeway. Song from the album The Best of A3c, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп