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King Von – Don’t Miss Lyrics

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[Intro]
(And I’ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Von, Von

[Verse 1: King Von]
In the streets we play for keeps (We play for keeps)
This chess not checkers, lil’ nigga, don’t play with me (Nah, nah)
Around here you gotta pay a fee (Gotta pay a fee)
Soon somebody die around here, they be blaming me (Who? Who?)
See, you won’t get the chance to breathe
I hurt you, make you stay inside a curfew
I keep two straps like I’m Urkel
Play with Grandson and they gon’ hurt you

[Chorus: King Von]
Shoot at the chest (Boom)
Don’t miss, we want ’em stretch (Uh-huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Grrah, grrah)
Think I’ma show my respect (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (Boom, boom)
If we say it’s war then it’s that

[Verse 2: Youngin]
Man, I don’t know why these niggas been hatin’ for (For)
Ain’t they gon’ stop my dope (Nah)
Ain’t they gon’ stop my flow (It ain’t)
Nigga, I still fuck your ho (Your ho)
I’m Youngin from the O’ (The O’)
And no way I can’t go (I can’t)
I keep my pockets swole (I do)
And I never been hoe (Nah)

[Verse 3: DQ]
Bring shooters that shoot shit (Boom, boom)
DQ, bitch, I really do this (Uh-huh)
Creep up on your block, get your crew hit (Bah)
Bitch, stop callin’ my phone, I’m like, “Who this?”
On the block servin’ eight bottles with the pool stick (Duh)
Knock off his top, he said that I’m ruthless (Boom)
All the opps be mad, they losin’ (Die Y)
We shoot shit, bitch, we do this

[Verse 4: King Von]
Left my hold ho when I got me a new bitch (Uh-huh)
Thirty thousand for the denims/dinners, get my toothpick
Niggas got plan, they ain’t even wanna do this (Uh-huh)
But I do this, I pull up and shoot shit (Uh-huh)
We hit up your car (Yeah), tires flat (Grrah), your ass ain’t gettin’ far (Grrah, grrah)
Flexin’, you get robbed (Blah)
Make your wish, you ever seen a shootin’ star? (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
But no, you haven’t (Nah)
You ain’t ever met your daddy (You haven’t)
You ain’t even got no credit, Lil’ Boosie, [?] King Von he a savage (He a savage)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Uh-huh)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (Uh-huh)
Fuck my opps, nigga, excuse my grammar (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas
Duck your antennas (Duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa
Fuck, I shoot like Tony Montana, grrah, grrah
No, they can’t stand us, real niggas stand up
I got my bands up, still make you put your hands up

Lil Boom – Kuroko No Basket Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Perfect)

[Chorus: Lil Boom]
I got a passion, she got a fashion
She got molasses, ready for action
Look like Aladdin how we making magic
Smoking that dope and I don’t gotta ash it
She on the mattress, I’m hitting backflips
We start attacking if you talkin’ classy
Your bitch on my dick when she acting too ratchet
I dunk on a bitch like Kuroko No Basket
I got a passion, she got a fashion
She got molasses, ready for action
Look like Aladdin how we making magic
Smoking that dope and I don’t gotta ash it
She on the mattress, I’m hitting backflips
We start attacking if you talkin’ classy
Your bitch on my dick when she acting too ratchet
I dunk on a bitch like Kuroko No Basket

[Verse 1: Lil Boom]
Lil Boom on the set, this the beat that I’m smashing
Kiss and [?], then you can have it
Nigga, you bitch is so [?]
[?] now come back to your sanity
This money shit [?] I can see vividly
That your bitch, your heart is giving me history
The racks in my pocket, bitch, put me on happy feet
[?] hey mom I’m an athlete
You smoking dope if you think you can match with me
I pass the juul like batons at the track meet
I do not know of that nigga, don’t ask me
Oh, that’s your ho’? She gon’ ride like a taxi
Bitch, it’s Lil Boom, bet your ho’ know my name
Ain’t got no dad, bitch, I think I’m Bruce Wayne
Lil Boom, bitch, I’ll steal the gold off your chain
And all my ho’s, they wear masks like they [?]
[Chorus: Lil Boom]
I got a passion, she got a fashion
She got molasses, ready for action
Look like Aladdin how we making magic
Smoking that dope and I don’t gotta ash it
She on the mattress, I’m hitting backflips
We start attacking if you talkin’ classy
Your bitch on my dick when she acting too ratchet
I dunk on a bitch like Kuroko No Basket
I got a passion, she got a fashion
She got molasses, ready for action
Look like Aladdin how we making magic
Smoking that dope and I don’t gotta ash it
She on the mattress, I’m hitting backflips
We start attacking if you talkin’ classy
Your bitch on my dick when she acting too ratchet
I dunk on a bitch like Kuroko No Basket

[Verse 2: MrHeadA$$Trendy]
On the beat with Boom, hella shows soon
She fuck with Trendy ’cause I’m a pretty coon
[?] my sugar momma too
Pass that, I smoke an eighth today
Rocking good pieces like Soulja, no Bathing Ape
Keep the streets peaceful, lets bow down and pray away
Pray to my Jesus, he take all the hate away
Smoking good eighths, like I’m Kobe, gon’ fade away
Boom and Trendy gotta do it for the books
You ain’t in it, gotta do it for the looks
This ain’t nothin’, you can wait for the deluxe
Rappin’, reachin’ into Spotify, big bucks
Three blunts, 360 rotate
I would be mad if you knew how my ho’ taste
Talk about cancelling, that shit is so lame
I can’t diss, worry ’bout money I’m gon’ make
[Chorus: Lil Boom]
I got a passion, she got a fashion
She got molasses, ready for action
Look like Aladdin how we making magic
Smoking that dope and I don’t gotta ash it
She on the mattress, I’m hitting backflips
We start attacking if you talkin’ classy
Your bitch on my dick when she acting too ratchet
I dunk on a bitch like Kuroko No Basket
I got a passion, she got a fashion
She got molasses, ready for action
Look like Aladdin how we making magic
Smoking that dope and I don’t gotta ash it
She on the mattress, I’m hitting backflips
We start attacking if you talkin’ classy
Your bitch on my dick when she acting too ratchet
I dunk on a bitch like Kuroko No Basket