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kammeyer king – #989realty#check lyrics

[verse 1]:

have you seen my m-th-f-ckin’ whip too
new issue, new b-tch too, your next news
i knew, way before you
hit the pond off plywood, smoke some weed before its two
wake up at seven, now i’m headin’ seven eleven
seven forty-seven when i get to school, engine revvin’
head down on my desk, i’m dreamin’ ’bout the heavens
thinkin’ ’bout how me and jj gettin’ high like mac and devin
ak with a clip, ak with a clip
i hear lil lewie, gucci mane is what he spit
i’m like ‘hey man what legit’, and he like ‘not sh-t
think me and jake are gunna go and kick it at the rig,’
i’m like ‘hey man count me in, sip this aid of the kool, yuh’
got it from the ‘spensary, i know it’ll make you drool, yuh
yeah you know i’m sippin’ that, yeah you know i’m sippin’ that
all through third hour man, yeah you know i’m sippin’ that

[hook 1]:

livingston, bagley, nine eight nine
it’s a m-th-f-ckin’ party all of the time
when the school get out, i hop in my ride
yeah its lackin’ clout, but i’m still takin’ pride, and

[verse 2]:

yeah i sweat like westbrook deep in the fourth
yeah i work at t-bell flippin’ all them tort’s
yeah i visit old friends in and out of court
yeah i’m in a trailer wishin’ for some more, aye

{verse 3]:

so why the, f-ck you, judgin’
pull up at the rig and take a swig
know i’m puffin’ all this gas, yeah you know i’m in this b-tch
yeah you know i’m gettin’ -ss, yeah you know i’m gettin’ big, yeah
jj just hit me up, hold up, yuh
bacardi, baja blast, pour up, pour up, yuh
$qaude my double d, yeah, he ain’t f-ckin’ up, no
i be safe and sound while my brain level up, yeah
super lemon, you think i can hit him up for seven
jj like ”kammeyer meet us up, yeah we flexin’
got that parka and i’m flexin’,migos t-shirt type flexin’, yuh”
if someone try and mess on us, no second guessin’, yuh

[hook 2]:

livingston, bagley, nine eight nine
a diamond in the rough, and i’m doin’ mighty fine
i ain’t ever been in cuffs, ’cause they ain’t usin’ their canine
yuh, aye, d-mn, yeah

[verse 4]:

lemon haze, gorilla glue
sour diesel, the greenish hue
og kush, wacky chron chron
nine eight nine always askin’ what i’m on, aye
lemon haze, gorilla glue
sour diesel, the greenish hue
og kush, wacky chron chron
nine eight nine always askin’ what i’m on

[verse 5]:

so why the, f-ck you, judgin’
i ain’t juggin’ on my homies, i’m just pluggin
sellin’ tree, five a g, i get fifties, they get hundreds
’cause they is pushin’ work, and i ain’t doin’ nothin’
gettin’ funded, uh, god d-mn

- kammeyer king lyrics

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