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letra de broward kings - donxking

[produced by nathan proctor]

[intro]

[verse 1: donxking]

too turnt i’m turned sideways
high so my eyes glazed
even my b-tch blazed while i’m busy getting my guap payed
look at all this money made
and all the f-cks i gave
party bumping, two b-tches f-cking
you know i’m stunting this sh-t is nothing
broward’s where i’m running
blood money from gunning
pack of bricks, that’s drugging
b-tch i’m banging, cell rangin’, quick to leave you hanging
i’ll hit you with a stainless, leave your -ss brainless
what was he thinking
young n-gga just thirteen
was so clean, but so mean
was trying to beam
cause i had a dream to be the king
thinking about my future things like pinky rings and chains that swing
no red bull but i still got wings
need a pack? then i’ll pull the strings
sh-t that lead stings
shots fly, so you get shot down
sh-ll casings drop to the ground
no evidence to be found, king of my motherf-cking town
mind moving so slow, where did my soul go?
p-ssy, money, and dro, that’s all that my team know
started trapping, then i started rapping
got my money stacking, so i’m never lacking
gonna hit your -ss with that f-cking action
you think i’m acting, but i still be packing
got a stick with a thirty clip
blood drip like a broken sink
don’t give a sh-t what you n-ggas think
i’m the sh-t, but you n-ggas stink
hit the bank, then i cop some drank
smoke my dank, now im on my break
leave me ‘lone i’m in my zone
bad b-tch from rome came to give me dome
late night sipping on patron
hit the gong while i rip the bong
zooted like cheech and chong
empire high like king kong

[pre chorus donxking and serge]
free dopey
p-ss the blunt!

[chorus x4: donxking and serge]
pour that drink up, take a sip
roll that blunt up, take a hit
we smoking on some dank sh-t
real n-ggas is who we with

[pre verse: serge]
south florida sh-t n-gga

[verse 2: serge]

lean squad we fly sideways
codeine and green, i’m faded
eyes low, can’t see the place
stay strapped, i’m not phased
(b-tch)
we sn-tching cash you can keep the famous
love or hate it , we’re going to make it
don gon’ pull that trigger quick
hood rich from all them l!cks we hit
n-ggas scared ’cause they heard that cl!ck
case dropped, they ain’t had sh-t
circle tight, no snitches
no new n-ggas, brand new b-tches
stacking cash thats what i love
fresh new benzes, just because
cruising south beach, we the buzz
b-tches topless just for us
coupe top up, dodging fuzz
from the bottom, where we was
f-ck n-ggas, in them rugs
400k but i’m still a thug
on my grind, all night all day
no time to waste, got money to make
that sh-t you talking? it’s all fake
get you dropped in the everglades
(godd-mn)

[chorus x6]

- donxking

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