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letra de when i die (original) - king von

[intro]
banger
huh?
dj on the beat so it’s a banger
von

[chorus: king von]
you know how i rock, i’m from that block, boy, i keep a glock
one up top, pass it to my shorty, if the police hot
she a thot, she just suck me up, we up in your car
crazy story, that’s her favorite song, she sing it bar for bar
audemar, i ain’t got one yet, i’ll prolly go tomorrow
i’m a star, that’s what mama told me, i was behind bars
when i stole that car, i ain’t go that far, just around the block
i picked up top, we was bad as h-ll, foenem throwin’ rocks

[verse 1: king von]
nuwap and joey, they had on flip-flops
my luck, folks ‘nem sellin’ p’s, they got the block locked
popped up, unannounced, n-gga, i’m gon’ pop some
stop frontin’, doin’ all that woofin’ and ain’t gon’ drop none
drop some, everybody holler, “von, drop somеthin”
but i can’t, ’cause all the opps dead, it’s hard to drop somеthin’
smokin’ on this tooka pack and it’s loud as f-ck
foenem caught tooka ass gettin’ off the bus
i know tooka mad as h-ll, he probably tired of us
but when i die, find tooka ass and i’ma beat ’em up
i k!ll sh-t, on some real sh-t, this the drill sh-t
and chill, b-tch, this the kel-tec, i push your sh-t back
and sit back, this that h-llcat, this b-tch go real fast
ayy, who is that? he don’t look familiar, foenem k!ll his ass
aye, bill his ass
this that stinky pack, it came from trinidad
ain’t come alone, h-ll nah, boy, i be with smith & wess’
hit his chest, if that n-gga run, f-ck it, hit his back
can’t bring him back, now that n-gga trendin’ on the internet
you know how i move, i’m a fool, but i keep the tool
stick and move
when you was up in school, i was on the news, breakin’ the rules
bullets hit his shirt, knock him out his shoes
thought he was cool, but he got hit the worst
you know how i do
[chorus: king von]
you know how i rock, i’m from that block, boy, i keep a glock
one up top, pass it to my shorty, if the police hot
she a thot, she just suck me up, we up in your car
crazy story, that’s her favorite song, she sing it bar for bar
audemar, i ain’t got one yet, i’ll prolly go tomorrow
i’m a star, that’s what mama told me, i was behind bars
when i stole that car, i ain’t go that far, just around the block
i picked up top, we was bad as h-ll, foenem throwin’ rocks

[verse 2: polo g]
i ain’t with the back and forth, no, i just can’t get into that
get his loin, get him whacked, if he ain’t check, we spinnin’ back
no, i don’t know will smith but i know ’bout the men in black
i know how that block work, i come straight from dealin’ crack
dissin’ in them lyrics think it’s sweet, no he won’t ride for long
throwin’ bullets, pat’ mahomes, go check the scope, we got it on
chiraq always ride with chrome, .40 sh-lls gon’ crack his dome
no need to stand over him, they know for a fact he gone
and i got this b-tch on fire, told her “hide it or pass it on”
and your b-tch can vouch, been with the gang, we don’t cap in song
she want fame, she latchin’ on, gon’ blow me like a saxophone
late night i might do one-sixty, swervin’ through the traffic cone

- king von

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