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dyme-a-duzin - enter the crown كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dyme_a_duzin]
(hiko!)
live from 11′ litty
live from 11′ litty
live from 11′ litty
dyme_a

[verse 1: dyme_a_duzin]
burnt lips black from the backwoods
kush back trapped in that flat bush
wildin’, my style is sn0bbish
eatin’ good, moving so ital_ian, mobbin’
but the squad don’t want no problems
tough talk, get ’em charged
god, all these cold bars that i go hard in
got these broads on the rockets like hov signed ’em
they know i’m ballin’
you ain’t ever startin’ in the game
bunch a f_ckin’ lames
blond hair don’t make you super
stupid n_gga, i’m just sayin’
slippin’ in my hood, you gettin’ murked
right around the corner from the church
used to go to sunday service
now he spend his sundays servin’
shottas always ringin’ but n0body ever callin’ for thе lord
so the blunts stay burnin’
plaow
[chorus: wati heru]
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round likе i’m biggie
i’m riding ’round like i’m diddy
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round like i’m fiddy
i’m riding ’round like i’m biggie

[verse 2: wati heru]
ride around like jigga, n_gga
now the jig’s up, my soul dark as the liquor, n_gga
last night i was too lit
half an eighth of shrooms with the lit
long island, wildin’ in the vip, uhuh
she can’t even hit my spliff
that all white cokey [?] couldn’t fill
with the l cause i put it on crip (eight trey)
grandma was living on livonia
uncle cooked the crack in the pot where she used to cook lasagna
anything to get rid of the work
ride around, ride around the corner from the church
8 rockaway, from rockaway and down the church
if you sneaking, leave you leaking where you lurk
8 rockaway, from rockaway and down the church
if you sneaking, leave you leaking where you lurk
(rest in p_ss)
[chorus: wati heru]
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round like i’m biggie
i’m riding ’round like i’m diddy
i wear the crown in my city
i put it down in my city
i’m riding ’round like i’m fiddy
i’m riding ’round like i’m biggie

[verse 3: dyme_a_duzin]
my n_gga, he go too cold with it
’bout to take it ‘cross the globe with it
(’round the globe)
told ’em that i want the gold, n_gga (sheesh)
dig a hole for these old n_ggas (these n_ggas old)
i don’t get into the gossip
i’m on some bk don sh_t
pray to christ that you’re conscious
a bottle of that don p’, lit the don c
n_gga, don’t trip
young n_gga runnin’ through your projects
where my grandmas at, where i fought [?]
shooting at the rec’, it was all net (unless it was a)
shooting at the rec’ that involved tech (sheesh)
sending indirects on the internet
n_gga disrespect, give [?]
got ’em stained cause a n_gga be the cleanest
sheesh, i’m a motherf_ckin’ g_nius (sheesh)
god

- dyme a duzin

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