kofi the kyd - 3 digits lyrics
intro:
tryna up 3 digits
been about the be about it yeah
kofi
we done came a long way from it, you feel me
(od! od!)
hook
dope boy money bag know he came with it
i got a bag and a check on these n-gg-s
my momma designer she rocking margiela
smoking on king kong n-gg- we on gorilla
cool like winter when im froze
you’ll blood-shiver when i’m cold
just, might, be, ten toes
if you just, like, me, i never fold
cuz im on lil baby and gunna sh-t
you on that other sh-t
if you bring another b-tch
i might just f-ck the twins
think when i f-ck im like come again,come again
young n-gg- up 3 digits goddam
young n-gg- f-ck 3 b-tches goddam
blood n-gg-s, f-ck these n-gg-s goddam
dope boy money bag know he came with it
i got a bag and a check on these n-gg-s
so i gotta brag bout the bread on me n-gg-
and i got the strap for a dead homie n-gg-
i went from rags to riches
my b-tch was bad
from rags to riches
when she say she mad but ain’t spaz in a minute
she stay at the top of my head like a pigeon
chorus
(od! od!)
must be sane with the b-tch
we was in the village and we stayed with the sh-t
street sake, woulda been a g bangin with licks
this is no ea game lil b-tch
keep playin with a n-gg-
keep playin with a n-gg-
you dont want smoke refrain lil n-gg-
you a lil too close refrain lil n-gg-
shmoney dance, shmoney dance
hook
dope boy money bag know he came with it
i got a bag and a check on these n-gg-s
my momma designer she rocking margiela
smoking on king kong n-gg- we on gorilla
cool like winter when im froze
you’ll blood-shiver when i’m cold
just, might, be, ten toes
if you just, like, me, i never fold
chorus
cuz im on that drake for the summer sh-t
you on that other sh-t
if you bring another b-tch
i might just f-ck the twins
think when i f-ck im like come again,come again
young n-gg- up 3 digits goddam
young n-gg- f-ck 3 b-tches goddam
blood n-gg-s, f-ck these n-gg-s goddam
bridge
all my homies doing good
smoking og with the woods
ask me if im doing alright oo
got the 40 by my side
mikey got a little rich
double g’s with the sh-ts
junior ended up in a he-rs-
swear that sh-t hurt
and im the same n-gg-
yeah
swear i stayed the same n-gg-
nah i ain’t change n-gg- like the fake n-gg-s
hook
dope boy money bag know he came with it
i got a bag and a check on these n-gg-s
my momma designer she rocking margiela
smoking on king kong n-gg- we on gorilla
cool like winter when im froze
you’ll blood-shiver when i’m cold
just, might, be, ten toes
if you just, like, me, i never fold
cuz im on that baby and gunna sh-t
you on that other sh-t
if you bring another b-tch
i might just f-ck the twins
think when i f-ck im like come again,come again
young n-gg- up 3 digits goddam
young n-gg- f-ck 3 b-tches goddam
blood n-gg-s, f-ck these n-gg-s goddam
(od! od!)
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