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went silly - king von lyrics

[intro: king von]
von, von (dj on the beat so it’s a banger), von

[chorus: king von]
b-tch left me while i was locked up, i came home, i sh-tted on that b-tch
went silly on that b-tch, got diamonds drippin’ off my wrist
if you ain’t suckin’ d-ck then i ain’t interested, b-tch
you got a deep throat, l1ck on and spit on my sh-t
i got a bag, n-ggas’ savings, i be spendin’ that sh-t
my homie turned state, now he a witness and sh-t
see, on my soul, i’m out here shootin’ poles
i probably catch a body before i catch a cold

[interlude: king von]
hold on, hold on, hold— run that sh-t back
this that otf sh-t, this that stretch gang sh-t, this that getback gang sh-t

[chorus: king von]
b-tch left me while i was locked up, i came home, i sh-tted on that b-tch
went silly on that b-tch, got diamonds drippin’ off my wrist
if you ain’t suckin’ d-ck then i ain’t interested b-tch
you got a deep throat, l1ck on and spit on my sh-t
i got a bag, n-ggas’ savings, i be spendin’ that sh-t
my homie turned state, now he a witness and sh-t
see, on my soul, i’m out here shootin’ poles
i probably catch a body before i catch a cold

[verse: king von]
i got a shootin’ folks habit, i know i’m too savage
my lil’ bro packin’, we team no lackin
better not get caught in traffic, ’cause i’m stretch gang crazy
my old ho is blue, i wouldn’t f-ck em if they paid me
hermes, nah, b-tch this ferragamo
ain’t tryna f-ck the n-gga b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck his mama
i’m with a bad b-tch named london, she g-y and she swing both ways like nunchucks
my guys deep fry sh-t, popeyes
never lackin’ stay on point, see everything like i’m c-ckeyed
ho n-gga got b-tch ways, he switch sides
change a n-gga like a flat tire, he gon’ need more than peroxide
ooh, i know you feelin’ this, boy this that k!llin’ sh-t
this that gang only sh-t, you need a membership
this that hit your target sh-t, it hit your witness sh-t
you ain’t see that boy in three days, that’s that he missin’ sh-t
now, that’s that fishy sh-t, but von tote a 50 clip
plus my gun been through some sh-t
like bernie mack, b-tch, who you with?
balmain, nah, b-tch i rock amiris
my drac’ just caught two n-ggas back to back, it’s gettin’ scary

[chorus: king von]
b-tch left me while i was locked up, i came home, i sh-tted on that b-tch
went silly on that b-tch, got diamonds drippin’ off my wrist
if you ain’t suckin’ d-ck, then i ain’t interested b-tch
you got a deep throat, l1ck on and spit on my sh-t
i got a bag, n-ggas’ savings, i be spendin’ that sh-t
my homie turned state, now he a witness and sh-t
see on my soul, i’m out here shootin’ poles
i probably catch a body before i catch a cold

- king von lyrics

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