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3 kings - mild sauce lyrics

[intro]
never stop
you know we just gon’ keep pushin’ this sh+t forward, you know?
look

[verse 1]
every time i spit it, they never believe it
how this n+gga do it better than veteran season?
varsity, i need a medium letterman g
with the patch sayin’, “never stop,” ’cause that never been me
3 kings like the three wis+m+n
the people say we in that thing that you see fries in
i guess a bag, and i guess you mad
’cause we waited all year for you to drop, and nothin’ happened, that’s the best you had? (clown)
oh well, we slam dunkin’ and fast breakin’
i love a woman with nice body and mad patience
catchin’ views in white raris and glass cases
all praises, then it’s back to cash chasing
kid breeze on the beat, that’s a human rifle
your girl love a real n+gga ’cause i’m nothin’ like you
cookin’ verses when i’m chillin’, i ain’t even try to
so pipe down, man, don’t let the fans overhype you, uh

[chorus]
get the pack, gotta make it here, look
nine milli’ make a n+gga flip
judge me by the n+ggas that i’m chillin’ with
if kid breeze on the beat, then it been a hit
it’s like, get the pack, gotta make it here, look
nine milli’ make a n+gga flip
judge me by the n+ggas that i’m chillin’ with (yeah, yeah)
if kid breeze on the beat, then it been a hit (look)

[verse 2]
this ain’t what you used to, we stay with that new sh+t
bustin’ like the clip full, nah, this ain’t that bullsh+t
gangster, n+gga with an attitude
’cause i never had much, now i got a bag or two
gettin’ weight off (weight off), stackin’ too, huh (yeah)
still spittin’ like i’m snaggletoothed
i’m never out the booth
if i can’t sell, rap’ll do (uh)
you know we trappin’ too (yeah)
this what them racks’ll do (yeah), it got ’em like
who that? (who that?)
we that, n+gga (we that, n+gga)
grind to the top with the seat back, n+gga (with the seat back, n+gga)
they say our buzz was small, but now this sh+t way bigger
i feel like jigga, i got stripes, no tigger
when i get the pack, gotta make it flip
told my b+tch to shut her lips unless she suckin’ d+ck (shut up)
3 kings, that’s the f+ckin’ clique, you know we the f+ckin’ sh+t
n+gga, f+ck that other sh+t, you know what the f+ck it is

[chorus]
get the pack, gotta make it here, look
nine milli’ make a n+gga flip
judge me by the n+ggas that i’m chillin’ with
if kid breeze on the beat, then it been a hit
it’s like, get the pack, gotta make it here, look
nine milli’ make a n+gga flip
judge me by the n+ggas that i’m chillin’ with (look, hey)
if kid breeze on the beat, then it been a hit (look)

[verse 3]
just for a model, chicks was bendin’ over, look
fiends hit me like, “can i hold it,” wait
straight face like i’m playin’ poker
i escaped out the jam like my name was joker
potent be the weed that a n+gga smokin’ (facts, n+gga)
i been on my sh+t, n+ggas thought i was jokin’
black taurus, twelve shots what a n+gga totin’
put my name with the greats, it’s forever spoken, rodent
n+ggas can’t be in my circle, dawg (not at all)
snitches let you down, they’ll hurt you, dawg (d+mn)
got some shorties over+down, they’ll murk you, dawg
standin’ in a pool of believers, so i’m workin’ hard, it’s like
tooly with me and it’s tucked tight, look (facts, n+gga)
let it off, sh+t, i just might
call me when the price hittin’ just right (ching)
and i’m good on the weed, homie, just right, know it’s like

[chorus]
get the pack, gotta make it here, look
nine milli’ make a n+gga flip
judge me by the n+ggas that i’m chillin’ with
if kid breeze on the beat, then it been a hit
it’s like, get the pack, gotta make it here, look
nine milli’ make a n+gga flip
judge me by the n+ggas that i’m chillin’ with
if kid breeze on the beat, then it been a hit, it’s like

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