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Three King Palms ft. Swats & Kabbage Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
(If Swats on the beat then it's fucking up the streets)
Aye, big body, big bag and I'm a double it up
Big sticks, two chicks and they gon' slobber the nuts
I've been rockin' by myself, these hoes they come and they go
Sticky run, send a blunt, lil' bag of coke for the nose
Pull up, move fast, don't just go and look back
Gang spin the streets, grab the broom and sweep
Rinse and repeat, three a.m. no sleep
All these hoes envy, what I got goin' for me
I been runnin' up a bag with my brody and we killin' 'em
Bringing hoes up to the crib, my homie said she feelin' me
City life we gettin' rich, surfin' on a jet ski
Yo' bitch right behind me, she only wanna fuck with kings
I just hit the dealership, I'm skirtin' off and blazing by
Told my bro to keep a stick, cause in these streets you face demise unless you wise
Up and look to the sky, roll one up and close your eyes
Feel the beat, don't tell no lies
Can't get caught with the other side
And I ain't never met a bitch who proved I was wrong
I climbed my way up and now I came out strong
Rolled up on fresh a J and three king palms
We light em' up and burn em' down, it's takin' toll
Mobbin' out in Tampa Bay, told 'em that we here to stay
Shawty starin' at my face, I know she got expensive taste
Searchin' for some better pay, told them fuckers andale
If you wanna speak on shit, you better have the timing straight
Shawty want to fuck with me and I don't need a dinner date
Hunger had me tripping so I'm cleaning up the dinner plate
Run with us and see just how we get it, it's a money thing
Pour it up then pour some for the homies that can't celebrate
Big body, big bag and I'm a double it up
Big sticks, two chicks and they gon' slobber the nuts
I've been rockin' by myself, these hoes they come and they go
Sticky run, send a blunt, lil' bag of coke for the nose
Feelin' hot in the summer, spend a G on the coat
Movin' rocks, take the profit, cop some bags full of dope
It's fuck the cops, fuck the opps, don't fuck with none of these hoes
We stackin' guap, strap our glocks and keep our eyes on the road