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duru tha king - #newcharlotte lyrics

[produced by cook beats, e.m.o and source music]

[intro: k-miko noma & deniro farrar]
os iusti, meditabitur
os iusti, meditabitur
kobk
we that generation
over grind or die n-gga
free tune
yeah

[verse 1: deniro farrar]
all of my youngin’s some savages
run in your trap, hit you up for them packages
rob you for bricks, finesse you for pounds
f-ck all that talkin’, they layin’ you down
that’ll teach n-ggas ’bout playin’ around
cartel connected, you better respect it
f-ck up the paper, send you to your maker
they layin’ you 6 feet under the ground
ridin’ with choppas, masked up like chewbacca
got dreads like a rasta, free all of my patnas
this one for sosa and gio, i got yah
bentley, what’s happenin’? lil toenail what’s crackin’?
dub, tg, duru what it do?
don don, i see you laid back and be cool
i’m f-ckin’ this ho and she wet as a pool
i’m feedin’ her d-ck and you buyin’ her food
shoppin’ and robbin’ and robbin’ and shoppin’
break bread with my n-ggas, you know how we rockin’
hittin’ these l1cks and countin’ this cake
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m bearin’ my face
hopin’ i live to see me a new day
e got that choppa and ready to spray
i’m runnin’ through b-tches, what more can i say?
kush came from cali, shout out to the bay

[chorus: bankroll bird]
n-ggas i know, they come shop for the work
lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
f-ckin’ these b-tches, no cuffin’ these b-tches
no lovin’ these b-tches, they all for the smash
n-ggas i know, they come shop for the bricks
lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
got love for my n-ggas, shed blood for my n-ggas
bust slugs for my n-ggas, i’d die for my rounds
n-ggas i know, they come shop for the work
lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
f-ckin’ these b-tches, no cuffin’ these b-tches
no lovin’ these b-tches, they all for the smash
n-ggas i know, they come shop for the bricks
lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
got love for my n-ggas, shed blood for my n-ggas
bust slugs for my n-ggas, i’d die for my rounds

[verse 2: bankroll bird]
i be with the dope boys like that n-gga ricky
money got me hypnotized like that n-gga biggie
it’s get rich or die tryin’ like that n-gga 50
and i’m about to go dumb like timmy
you ain’t talkin’ money, we look at you funny
lil n-gga you wastin’ your breath
i told my n-ggas, “i’ll see you at dinner”
we eatin’ ’til nothin’ is left
my bro in the kitchen, he chef
but he keep the tec, you would think he a ref
that .30 on me like i’m steph
but all my b-tches as jazzy as jeff, fresh
prince in the city of queens
chasin’ that sack ’til they crown me a king
sacramento home team
i’m better than clever, ball harder than webber whenever
whoever however they want it
no compet-tion, ain’t got no opponents
my seat at the throne, they can’t stand that
cause i eminem, kim and stan rap
a n-gga might start shootin’ if i don’t know y’all
my city made a n-gga’s heart so cold, dog
your b-tch got nice lips and i’m like road dog
pour 4’s ’til i’m throwed off
the biggest menace since dennis and o-dawg (aye)

[verse 3: yb]
to keep it one hunnit, i’d rather get blunted
these b-tches be all for the smash
i’d bleed for my brothers, i love ’em, we thuggin’
they run in your spot for the cash
a b-tch n-gga run up, i post up with gunnas
it go down they bustin’ your -ss
i’m up ’til the sun up, i’m juugin’ with bird
no stunna, we overgrind hard for this cash
we ain’t kiddin’ like jk, my homeboy got an ak
only aimin’ where your hood hang
it rock-a-fella like just blaze
the ak mj how it give fades
p-ssy n-ggas shaq feet, boy you been g-y
these n-ggas mia like where the heat stay
i’ma catch ’em with the work in the breezeway
better freeze or catch a bullet like a brees play
we need cake like a b-day
i hang with my n-ggas, my n-ggas my woes
don’t f-ck with too many cause n-ggas be hoes
b-tches ain’t sh-t, they gon’ f-ck with your foe
all for the smash so i’m p-ssin’ a ho
sprint to the money, i dash and i go
cause n-ggas be b-tches and actin’ like hoes
be screamin’ “f-ck 12” when they call em’ the most

[verse 4: duru tha king]
n-gga go crazy on yappas
run with them choppas, cookin’ up beef with that china
i’m a young n-gga who’s solid
max on that shotta, dub tg that’s on my mama
show me a check or show me respect
either way it go, i’m comin’ for necks
these b-tches around me, they know i got next
you takin’ her out, i’m takin’ her mouth
she strip on the side, i’m d-ck on the side
broke down a whole brick and got rich on the side
come to my crib, you see k!llas inside
shout out to beata, i’m from the north side
bless up to ghetty, i love the west side
thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ it out
boy you shouldn’t doubt, come to my city, you might not get out
n-ggas be claimin’ they know me, don’t know what you talkin’ about
n-gga don’t try to lil’ bro me, you’ll get a gun in your mouth
my n-gga that’s not a real rollie, why are you playin’ around?
see you let these b-tches control you, you are not fit for the crown
kings

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