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3dg n3m (r.i.p king von) - 3dgk3y lyrics

3dg n3m (r.i.p king von) lyrics
[intro: 3dgk3y]
i dun f*cked up with this one this for von yea yea gang
(3dg 3dg)
aight von

[chorus: 3dgk3y]
see, back in school i was a fool, a real stepper
you better dip if you get hit, they cannot help you
i can’t speak on what we doin’, that sh*t federal
you thought that you caught me lackin’, i’m ahead of you
you tryna rap and you get k!lled, they gon’ be mad at you (von)

[verse 1:3dgk3y]
b*tch you know what we be on im tired of tellin’ you
you thought yo hommie was gon ride but now he failing you
you thought yo brother was ah shooter but he failing to
these bullets anit no hit and sit they penetrating through
we knocked em off they block like where they emigratin’ to?
he anit solid he gon fold interrogation room
they said them hollows ate em up examination room

get yo b*tch up off my d*ck i think she feelin me
all that quarantine sh*t anit mean sh*t to me
on they live wit all them guns man they k!lling me
caught em out they didn’t have one like where them bl!ckies be
i hit bro phone like come and get this glizzy back
i call the opp i k!lled yo n*gga now come get me back
the opps be nervous they be acting like they drilin’ that
i f*cked ah hoe ta get the drops like where they buildings at?
i just got the word they fount out where we livin’ at
but they spin them n*ggas p*ssy im admittin’ that
said they was drillin’ somewhere else but we anit hearin’ that
try ta tell us that they k!ll but we hearin’ that
he drop ah track that sh*t was whack we anit feelin that
ayy yo cam where fucc we be spinnin’ at (gang) (yeah)
where we spinnin’ at (gang) (gang) (b*tch)

[verse 2: 3dgcam]
gang n*ggas be trolling but they don’t know i keep that glock on me them some goofy running because they know i’m real stepper n*ggas shooting at the hallow tips
sh*t got out of hand i got in my jeep and got up out of there
my n*ggas going be around me f*ck you hate for they shoot four n*ggas one of them dead that sh*t crazy folks
now his mom calling for his baby back u not getting him back (ha) everything cool down but my young n*gga k3y hug up on yo girl (d*mn)
i know that sh*t hurt but let’s cool down on yo temper before my n*ggas put u in a body bag
you want talk just like youngboy man sit yo dumbass down (d*mn) you a little boy don’t do this to yo self (d*mn)
but back to the story high as h*ll moonwalking, smooth criminal
ha*ha*ha, nah, for real, i feel like mike jack
so much money in my jeans, b*tch, the blues visible (d*mn)

[outro: 3dgk3y]
see, back in school i was a fool, a real stepper
you better dip if you get hit, they cannot help you
i can’t speak on what we doin’, that sh*t federal
you thought that you caught me lackin’, i’m ahead of you
you tryna rap and you get k!lled, they gon’ be mad at you
this for von gang

- 3dgk3y lyrics

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