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letra de king von - crazy story pt.3 (official lyrics) - king von

intro
oh yeah i’m finna make a banger wit this one
(huh?)
(what?)
dj on the beat
von
verse
now here it go
i jus made it home
missed calls on my phone, see i been gone was trying hitta l!ck but that sh-t jus went wrong
i gotta thot she right off the block, her crib be the spot
and we got glocks ticked all in her sh-t don’t come unless you knock
but this b-tch grimmy
told her bout this n-gga help me set em up
and she was wit it
she jus want some shoes and she ain’t give no f-cks
so we do that
i was at his neck
creeping from the back
but saw the opps and had to let em have it how f-cked up is that?
but where that b-tch?
she ain’t call me yet, we did that at 6
and who got hit?
i know someone check cause king von he don’t miss
now two weeks p-ss
i’m back on grind
i can’t waste no time
the opps been quiet
they be whopping tho but them n-ggas not slidin
and i been high, i can’t even lie that thot been on my mine
why she ain’t call?
i ain seen her -ss, i hope that she aight
now it’s midnight
i’m hittin some blocks, jus me and my glock
came to a stop, i’m at a red light i usually don’t stop
my phone keep ringing
jus a hoe of course, this b-tch prolly bored
i pressed ignore
ian got no time a wh0r- gone be ah wh0r-
now get that feeling something ain’t right
i look to my right
and i’m like d-mn there go that flexing n-gga
he waving his pipe
he get to dumpin
bullets get to coming
my heart get to thumpin
i feel something, my left shoulder hot
blood jus get to gushing
i’m like sh-t, ain’t this bout-a-b-tch
and he wit that b-tch, i gotta glimpse
she got them big lips that’s made for sucking d-ck
now it make sense
that hoe set me up
that lil dirty sl-t
the double cross, tryna get me caught
like i’m randy moss
(aw sh-t)
i jus dropped my gun, plus i got one arm
i’m tryna drive, i can’t shoot back now, this man on my -ss
i almost crashed
but i got the wheelie tryna get for-real
but there twelve
he bust a quick right and i jus bussed a left
[interlude]
aw, sh-t
what the f-ck, gang, you good?
d-mn, my shoulder
you know this b-tch be f-ckin’ with me, gang
d-mn, man, finish tellin’ me about that sh-t that was crackin’ off last week with them n-ggas and sh-t
aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look
now this what happened

[verse 2]
a week later
my arm in a sling, i been sippin’ lean
pure codeine
i don’t feel a thing, my ho say i’m mean
i need a blunt
stuff that b-tch with runts, boy, i’m on a hunt
and ain’t no breakfast
but i’m a box a n-gga, like some cap’n crunch
i got a tip
that that thot b-tch be on 75th
right off cottage
with her best friend, gettin’ her hair did
i’m like cool
finna make my move, post up what i do
this b-tch a fool for tryna play me out
like this sh-t was cool
now it’s like two
catch her walkin’ out, her new hairstyle blue
and she look cute
but that mean sh-t to me, i crept up then i boomed
and that was that
now i’m running back, i stop in my tracks
there go that porsche
how crazy is that? boy, i’m on his -ss
the first blast
it shatter his gl-ss, d-mn, this n-gga fast
he hit the gas
i’m still shootin’ at him, but i’m too far back
d-mn, i’m hyped
let me tuck this pipe, get up out of sight
’cause i see lights
and them b-tches bright, can’t go to jail for life
so i take flight
made it to the hood, everything went good
knock on wood
flame me up a ‘wood, tooka smellin’ good
looked at my phone
got a text from herb, he say, “what’s the word?”
i say, sh-t, i’m just coolin’, b-tch
i’m not from 63rd

[outro]
b-tch we’re not from 63rd
stretch gang put in work

- lyrics king von

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