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letra de king of the jungle - vito la bamba

(gang)
(gold gang sh-t, man)
(king c0ke)

[verse 1: vito la bamba]
i’ma ride for my n-ggas
you can get popped, get k!lled for my n-ggas
b-tch we got glizzle, we don’t f-ck with hair triggers
waitin’ on the law to free king trigger
in the war sh-t, ain’t sh-t to me n-gga
better have a drum if you steppin’ to me n-gga
wanted to have beef, now you dead meat n-gga
leave a n-gga brains in the f-ckin street n-gga
hand on the nine, catch him in the feet n-gga
lots of new toys, don’t play with me n-gga
catch you in the field and i’m in my cleats n-gga
stay 10 toes down in these streets n-gga
reppin’ black stone, that’s why i treat n-ggas
creep in the cut and i never blink n-gga
gotta get rich and it’s all on me, n-gga
yea it’s all on me n-gga

[bridge: vito la bamba]
eyes are on the chemist so i keep it on me n-gga
sh-t ain’t been the same since we lost reece n-gga
diss fresh scotty you’ll be restin in piece with him
big dog sh-t, all yall some little n-ggas
my n-ggas gon slide and they gon k!ll n-ggas
even lil n-ggas
yea its east side boah, where yall drill n-ggas
yea its east side boah, where yall drill n-ggas

[verse 2: vito la bamba]
b-tch with the kings, only f-ck with real n-ggas
might get caught up but we still ain’t squeal n-gga
still ain’t squeal n-gga
free my n-ggas. yea all my n-ggas
when a n-gga get signed, got bond for my n-ggas
getting out the door, and i’m lit with the lean
the homie just popped him a bean
he got 30 shots with a mother f-cking bean
lost so many n-ggas, man, it feels like a dream
tunnel vision, shots turn it to a horror scene
(uh) free keone hoe
all green ones, they neon though
run the block, got glocks and dope
slide on king if you really want to smoke
slide on homie, tryna kick in the door
call jade up, we putting brains on the floor
lil flo go put her hands on a hoe
made in the trap, getting bands on the low
f-cking with the kings, got pounds for the low
got the k and you know he uh blow
finesse a west side b-tch all the way out her clothes
started from the top, work her way down the pole
i’m one of them n-ggas who will really take a soul
to see my kids grow old
funds get low, then you know i’ll kick a door
everybody down on the mother f-cking floor
left dead bodies on the mother f-cking floor
me be broke? no n-gga, can’t go
no n-gga, can’t go. me be broke? no n-gga, can’t go

- vito la bamba

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