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Baguette’s
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King Von
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(Everything Mvjor) I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller Two bad b*t*hes, but they dead to me like callus And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes I got my hammer on me, see his b*t*h and went to nailed her b*t*h, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar Never have I hit a b*t*h that say she don't wanna f**k again Don't none of my diamonds be SI's I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes I got it out the mud, I ain't never had sh*t Gang, gang, gang, n***as know what it is Hermes rag when I wipe my tears Carat and carat sh*t in my ear And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers I see Lil D when I look in the mirror Lam' truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear And that sh*t scary Fake n***as real, let 'em tell it My pockets got like Jared But this ain't Subway I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller Two bad b*t*hes, but they dead to me like callus And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes I got my hammer on me, see his b*t*h and went to nailed her b*t*h, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar Never have I hit a b*t*h that say she don't wanna f**k again (Von) I'm King Von from the O The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor The same lil' n***a chased dawg by the store And now I got a mil', n***a, I'm the G.O.A.T. Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat My gun hot like I got it out the stove Your b*t*h weak, won't touch that ho Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (Uh-huh) Them my bros, O Block, 6-O (Uh-huh) They with me everywhere I go You better know if I blow, he blow Me and White White was posted up at the store Me and L'A was drillin' sh*t when it was cold Reminiscing on the days when we was close I love both sides, just to let you know I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller Two bad b*t*hes, but they dead to me like callus And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes I got my hammer on me, see his b*t*h and went to nailed her b*t*h, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar Never have I hit a b*t*h that say she don't wanna f**k again
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