.223
King Von feat Booka600
paroles King Von .223

King Von - .223 Lyrics & Traduction

[Booka600]
But they die, but they die...
But they..but they die, but they die...
But they die, but they die

[Booka600 & King Von]
Count these Benjamins
Lay low in the V
Lot of bitches they into me
And I got a lot of enemies
But they die
There's no lie
I stay true to all my guys
When I do just make it high
And buyin' diamonds, know that's ice
Load my .223s
Chase my enemies
I got hoes from overseas
They just rolled my dope for me
Diamonds make them notice me
Hope you don't think about pokin' me
Hope you don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream

[Booka600 and King Von]
(Von)
Die within a blink
(In a blink nigga)
I'll whack him, his defeat
(His defeat nigga)
It's all about that gang, we elite
(We elite nigga!)
Nigga a rat, he's a breach
(Well that's a breach nigga!)
Can't break the colony, we throw Bs
(We throw Bs nigga!)
Alexander roll on the sneaks
(With them McQueens nigga!)
Propaganda, just shoot don't speak
(Don't speak nigga!)
Extravagant hits out the Bentley
(Boom boom!)
Count these Benjamins
I be so lowkey
I got some killer instincts
Don't approach me
I got some killers for friends
But I don't know nothing
I don't know nothing, yuh

[Booka600 & King Von]
Count these Benjamins
Lay low in the V
Lot of bitches they into me
And I got a lot of enemies
But they die
There's no lie
I stay true to all my guys
When I do just make it high
And buyin' diamonds, know that's ice
Load my .223s
Chase my enemies
I got hoes from overseas
They just rolled my dope for me
Diamonds make them notice me
Hope you don't think about pokin' me
Hope you don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream

[King Von]
What you think, Von?
Nigga fuck your team, huh
We the ones that hit your block
Might miss a few times, came back like a rerun
We the ones be at the shows
Ain't never at home, but I swear you ain't run the city, huh
I'm the one they always'll call it's time to get busy
Is you gon' come or what?
What, what?
Cause we don't give a fuck
I told them niggas give it up
They shouldn't beef with us
I tried to tell em to be cool
And not to tweak with us
And now it's 28 and 6th, them boy they seein' us
See we be slidin' to them shows
We keep them heaters tucked
Money older than a pager it should beep or sum
Fast cars, bad broads, I ain't see it comin'
Track Hawk, masked car you gon' see me comin'

[Booka600 & King Von]
Count these Benjamins
Lay low in the V
Lot of bitches they into me
And I got a lot of enemies
But they die
There's no lie
I stay true to all my guys
When I do just make it high
And buyin' diamonds, know that's ice
Load my .223s
Chase my enemies
I got hoes from overseas
They just rolled my dope for me
Diamonds make them notice me
Hope you don't think about pokin' me
Hope you don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream


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