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letra de come with me - king gordy

[intro]
yeah, journey with me to detroit city
the eastside where it’s gritty
come with me
yes!
my name is king gordy and this is van dyk- & harper music
i hope y’all ready
i’m the king!

[verse]
give me a beat when i spit it i’ma rip it to pieces
i’m iller than jesus would be if he was an emcee
if it’s beef i jump out with two ‘kays
and shoot straight at you and you and your roommate for two days
a phenomenal feature popping your speakers
might be rocking a theater or robbing your cleaners
i’m knocking the streets up, impregnating the block
i run out and re-up, then i’m segrating my rocks from my heroin
my heroin is racist to my weed
never keep ’em round each other ‘less you want to be a fiend
see i keep me a stack, yours all in the bank
that you call it a “trap”, i call it a “jake”
i’m from detroit city where the d-boys are gritty
gotta keep more than a twenty if you wanna see some titties
i pitty any n-gga who’s not getting his money quickly
went from white tees and d-ckies to nice rings and bentleys, so-a
journey with me back to the late nineties
before the h-rns was up and i was straight grinding
before i was a rockstar, used to sell rocks hard
eating coney islands every day, that’s how i got large
breaking in my boys crib stealing appliances
i’m running through fields with tv’s, i ain’t lying man
i was a scurvy fat n-gga who g-ngb-nged
our hood was chain gang and we was the nba’s
[outro]
this is van dyk- & harper music!!!
let’s go!!!

- king gordy

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