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king cozee - 333 lyrics
(king cozee chorus)
triple 3’s, no triple 6’s
cozee on a f_cking mission
big 3’s up, we triple flipping
calm down, we don’t need no tension
all that talk, get no attention
d_mn, i know you f_cking heated
you should’ve took advice when mj, said to f_cking beat it
(king cozee verse)
in the stu like drake, making hits for you, back to back
raging everyday, in the pit, don’t you break ya neck
all my brothers g’s, we be t’d, don’t do well with threats
all you n_ggas lame run my fade, yeah, roger that
choker on my neck & double rings on my hand
skinny n_gga rocking all black, like i’m slenderman
charging up with my music sh_t, like i’m super saiyan
god threw a sword & said it’s some for some demon slaying
all my n_ggas vicious & we been getting them riches
man, the opposition ain’t sh_t, in my eyes, i been f_cking winning
i’m k!lling n_ggas, like i’m david, b_tch, i’m f_cking fearless
man, you n_ggas flopping like a fish, i been f_cking swimming
(king cozee hook)
triple 3’s, no triple 6’s
cozee on a f_cking mission
big 3’s up, we triple flipping
calm down, we don’t need no tension
all that talk, get no attention
d_mn, i know you f_cking heated
you should’ve took advice when mj, said to f_cking beat it
(dylan verse)
woah, woah, young boy can’t replace
i’m in the studio, in the studio
no, i’m not, but i’m drake
no, i’m not gone listen
dylan always doing dishes
back up from the half_court
n_ggas swear he was swishing
they wishing
for deathwish
don’t touch this
skateboard sh_t
do a kickflip
i don’t do this
nollie shuv with my b_tches
nollie shuv with my n_ggas
dylan might pull the trigger up
dylan might pull up, what’s up
this that real sh_t, flavor of love
no new york
n_gga, go eat with a spork
n_gga, go put that sh_t down
all vegan, no pork
no beef
in the streets
swear to god i’m on beats
swear to god i’m on beats
i go to the beach, i go to the_, go to the_
just to go pick up trash
all y’all n_ggas is trash
n_gga, collect that sh_t
drop that off, fill up that bag
get the f_ck outta here dad
get the f_ck outta here cuz
i used to call you pop, but i swear to f_cking god you not that
all the n_ggas swear they got it
swear to god you not my papa
all the n_ggas who come through, talking all that sh_t, they not proper
this is to the n_ggas that i used to call friends, gone and got that bag
who went & go & got that bag
i have two dads
f_ck you
kids keep secrets (kks)
alfred the beach boy
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