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letra de enter the crown - dyme-a-duzin

[intro: dyme-a-duzin]
(hiko!)
live from 11′ litty
live from 11′ litty
live from 11′ litty
dyme-a

[verse 1: dyme-a-duzin]
burnt lips black from the backwoods
kush back trapped in that flat bush
wildin’, my style is sn0bbish
eatin’ good, moving so ital-ian, mobbin’
but the squad don’t want no problems
tough talk, get ’em charged
god, all these cold bars that i go hard in
got these broads on the rockets like hov signed ’em
they know i’m ballin’
you ain’t ever startin’ in the game
bunch a f-ckin’ lames
blond hair don’t make you super
stupid n-gga, i’m just sayin’
slippin’ in my hood, you gettin’ murked
right around the corner from the church
used to go to sunday service
now he spend his sundays servin’
shottas always ringin’ but n0body ever callin’ for thе lord
so the blunts stay burnin’
plaow
[chorus: wati heru]
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round likе i’m biggie
i’m riding ’round like i’m diddy
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round like i’m fiddy
i’m riding ’round like i’m biggie

[verse 2: wati heru]
ride around like jigga, n-gga
now the jig’s up, my soul dark as the liquor, n-gga
last night i was too lit
half an eighth of shrooms with the lit
long island, wildin’ in the vip, uhuh
she can’t even hit my spliff
that all white cokey [?] couldn’t fill
with the l cause i put it on crip (eight trey)
grandma was living on livonia
uncle cooked the crack in the pot where she used to cook lasagna
anything to get rid of the work
ride around, ride around the corner from the church
8 rockaway, from rockaway and down the church
if you sneaking, leave you leaking where you lurk
8 rockaway, from rockaway and down the church
if you sneaking, leave you leaking where you lurk
(rest in p-ss)
[chorus: wati heru]
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round like i’m biggie
i’m riding ’round like i’m diddy
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round like i’m fiddy
i’m riding ’round like i’m biggie

[verse 3: dyme-a-duzin]
my n-gga, he go too cold with it
’bout to take it ‘cross the globe with it
(’round the globe)
told ’em that i want the gold, n-gga (sheesh)
dig a hole for these old n-ggas (these n-ggas old)
i don’t get into the gossip
i’m on some bk don sh-t
pray to christ that you’re conscious
a bottle of that don p’, lit the don c
n-gga, don’t trip
young n-gga runnin’ through your projects
where my grandmas at, where i fought [?]
shooting at the rec’, it was all net (unless it was a)
shooting at the rec’ that involved tech (sheesh)
sending indirects on the internet
n-gga disrespect, give [?]
got ’em stained cause a n-gga be the cleanest
sheesh, i’m a motherf-ckin’ g*nius (sheesh)
god

- dyme a duzin

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