veno da don - 3 lyrics
(chorus 1):
i’m in my zone i can’t fall
don’t give no f-cks if they ball
just take one hit then blast off
can’t blow my high at all
young n-gg-s tryna crack code
shawty come put that -ss up on me
i’m tired of singing sad songs
just pray i make it back home
verse 1 (veno da don):
i pray that i make it back home
momma keep calling my phone
we ain’t going back broke
i gotta get it on the road
no sleep for like 20 days
doing shows f-cking hoes still gettin’ paid
i say if you a bad b-tch sit it on my face
come thru around 2 we can fornicate
f-ck i’m talking ‘bout
my exes texting tryna talk it out
what goes around comes around and they all around
been thru a lot n-gg- i can tell you all about
call it word to mouth
lately i’ve been off the gas tryna stop my pain
but it never really last throughout the whole day
white girls at the party sniffing of the cocaine
i’m just sippin’ hennessy i mix it with o.j
b-tch i do it for my city yeah
i’m just tryna stack a milli
i ain’t worried bout the kitty now
imma put on for my n-gg-s in the cell uh
n-gg-s living in h-ll on earth really i can’t tell
man it’s world war 3 n-gg-
ain’t n-body really listening to these n-gg-s
cuz y’all don’t even practice what ya preach n-gg-
i was rollin’ thru my city banging jigga jigga
still a 317 n-gg-
f-ck these n-gg-s i’m solo
f-ck these b-tches with a gopro
everybody told me i would go pro
18 k!llin’ sh-t up at the dojo
yeah this that 3 sh-t
f-ck that weak sh-t
tray roll that weed i’m gone need like 23 hits
(chorus 2):
i’m in my zone i can’t fall
don’t give no f-cks if they ball
just take one hit then blast off
can’t blow my high at all
young n-gg-s tryna crack code
shawty come put that -ss up on me
i’m tired of singing sad songs
just pray i make it back home
verse 2: (tray watkins)
give a f-ck ‘bout what you say
cuz i’m rolling ‘round town bussin’ moves
tryna get the guap every day
all i see is dubs i can never lose
smoking guacamole to the brain
in the nap town where all they do is snooze
but we ain’t trippin’ we gone make a fool
stack the money up you better stay tuned
haters get the f-ck up out my face
me & veno steady on the paper chase
and i started off slangin’ packs
now the money coming several other ways
i remember standing in the back
waiting on my chance to finally get my shine
but i stayed down and turned up my grind
if you need that bag i was the one to find
now a lot of n-gg-s faking
they lying bout they life
saying they out here gettin’ to it
ain’t never sold a dime
y’all need to quit with all the fables
keep it real wit yo self
you ain’t get it all on yo own
n-gg-s was out here beggin’ for some help
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