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letra de two takes freestyle - king mone

[intro]
ugh
k-i-n-g-m-o-n-e b-tch
i’m in this b-tch smoking gas right now
thumbin through them bands
(load it up)
ugh
aye
sheww, sheww, sheww
aye
ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
aye

[verse]
woke up early countin
i’m tryna run up a million quick
n-ggas talkin crazy
don’t play with me, i’m your nemesis
hit him with this 30
i guarantee finna split some sh-t
smokin out the pound
and i’m rolling up, finna blow a zip
countin up these chicken
i got the blue hundos in my roll
but i like them 20s
i’m crippin, you know i’ve been a loc
n-gga talkin crazy, get stabbed
we poked him with the folk
shout out to my g’s
they rollin, throwin up big pitchfork
n-ggas really be fakin
my n-gga pop out like cut, no bacon
n-gga want some smoke
we crazy, you know my shooters shady
hittem with that 30, multiply turned into an 80
b-tch i’m out here trappin
i turned 20 into an 80
b-tch i’m flippin
out here pushin pack just like the 80s
got all these extended magazines
just like the navy
b-tch i’m rollin
check out all my clothes, i’m draped in navy
n-gga wanna play me
bust him down and go and buy mercedes,ugh
b-tch i’m hot as h-ll
i feel like i came from spain, aye
i don’t know these n-ggas
but i know, they know my name, aye
sippin actavist, no no
that’s gone f-ck up my brain, aye
rollin up all this gas pack
it make me feel the same
good kush pack, aye
b-tch we got them strands, aye
i ain’t finna play with n-ggas
they know i ain’t playin, aye
runnin up them knots
you know i’m tryin get them bands, aye
started with a qp
then i turnt it into 10, aye
they ain’t really trappin n-gga
go and tell a friend
if you check my phone, you see that goin
miss calls, i got 10
n-gga tryna play with mone
but we won’t play again, aye
free my n-gga fattz
he got 4 years left in that pen, aye
rest in peace my brother
we miss you, wish we could come and get you
if a n-gga trippin
i guarantee then he comin with you
n-gga want some smoke
play with mone, then i’m finna k!ll him
b-tch i’m off of instinct
don’t pop no molly, that sh-t be tripping
we don’t do no drugs
n-gga we just be smokin gas
i’ll be runnin up
100 rounds tucked up in the mag
n-ggas actin crazy
i hope that lil n-ggas run fast
hittem in his back
like ricky, when we do that
spazz on any beat
i’m a boss, i ain’t gotta write sh-t
you know that i’m crippin
my flag is on the left b-tch
who is these lil n-ggas
i guarantee, i don’t know b-tch
oh sh-t
oh oh sh-t

- king mone

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