Letra de Baguette’s - King Von

(Feat. Lil Durk, Booka600)

(Everything Mvjor)

I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller

Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus

And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish

Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes

I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her

Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons

And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar

Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again

Don't none of my diamonds be SI's

I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye

Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside

Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes

I got it out the mud, I ain't never had shit

Gang, gang, gang, niggas know what it is

Hermes rag when I wipe my tears

Carat and carat shit in my ear

And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers

I see Lil D when I look in the mirror

Lam' truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear

Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear

And that shit scary

Fake niggas real, let 'em tell it

My pockets got like Jared

But this ain't Subway

I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett

I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller

Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus

And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish

Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes

I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her

Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons

And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar

Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again (Von)

I'm King Von from the O

The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor

The same lil' nigga chased dawg by the store

And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the G.O.A.T.

Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat

My gun hot like I got it out the stove

Your bitch weak, won't touch that ho

Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose

Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (Uh-huh)

Them my bros, O Block, 6-O (Uh-huh)

They with me everywhere I go

You better know if I blow, he blow

Me and White White was posted up at the store

Me and L'A was drillin' shit when it was cold

Reminiscing on the days when we was close

I love both sides, just to let you know

I got two duffle bags and they handed from the teller

Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus

And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish

Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes

I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her

Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons

And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar

Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again

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