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king von - don't miss lyrics

[intro]
von
i’ma let that mac fly just like my n+gga durk
youngin
dq

[verse 1: king von]
in the streets we play for keeps (we play for keeps)
this chess not [?], lil’ n+gga, don’t play with me (nah, nah)
around here you gotta pay a fee (gotta pay a fee)
soon somebody die around here, they be blaming me (who? who?)
see, you won’t get the chance to breathe
i hurt you, make you stay inside a curfew
i keep two straps like i’m [?]
play with grandson and they gon’ hurt you

[chorus: king von]
shoot at the chest, don’t miss
we wanna stretch ’em
he gone, n+gga, who next?
he drew a foul and got hit with the tec
think i’ma show my respect
funeral, pull up with flowers and gats
his cousin and uncle got hit in the back
if you say it’s worth then it’s that
[verse 2: youngin]
man, i know why these n+ggas been hatin’ for
ain’t they gon’ stole my dope
ain’t they gon’ stole my flow
n+gga, i still f+ck yo’ ho
i’m youngin from the o’
and no way i can’t go
i keep my pocket in [?]

[verse 3: dq]
got shooters that shoot sh+t, dq, b+tch, i really do this
creep up on your block, catch yo’ crew [?]
b+tch, stop callin’ my phone, nah, who is?
[?]
knock off his top, knock off his head, i’m ruthless
all the opps be mad, they losin’ (die y)
we shoot sh+t, b+tch, we do this

[verse 4: king von]

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