3 Kings
Make Snoop Dogg
And I'm chilling
With a feelin'
Drink spilling
'bout a million
Yeah we really getting a billy
Chronic getting sky
Make it mine
VI PI
MP behind the clouds
That's where you find me
Dress code
PIMP mode
Four hoes and three blunts
Sipping on some tanqueray
Modern day Marvin Gaye
My aroma is off a stoner
I leave your body stuck up in a coma
Yeah I'm home!
DE, Berlin bi' de TC
Siren sesleri gece
Rap mi?
Bize meze yüzü beze (ah-ah)
Elde balta
Olduğum semtler şimdi marka
Avcı izini sildi karda
Ağırlığı verince koptu halka
Ses yok, gelemezsin farkına (ah)
Bize pes yok karaladım bahtıma
Artık sil o paraları aklından
Yakuza, Massaka katliam
Çok rahat mı?
Verelim bi' yangına
Ritim yok şeytanın dansında
İsabet ederim alnına
Susturucular parkına
Hayat, anlattığın her şey yalandı
Kaldı bi' yankı
Hayat önüm kapandı (ah-ah)
Otomatik silahları camdan
Bakış artık değişti
Evet
Ölülerden canlan!
I'm a motherfucking G [?]
Puffin on that green, got a nigga in the zone
If a girl [?] nigga tryna blow
She here with me till six in the morn'
I'm a send her back
She don't know how to act
Don't trust these hoes
This a motherfucking fact
Says [?] brand new shoes
[?] anybody knew
It be like that
We don't play no games
You're not for the grim
That's a god damn shame
Been doing this for years
Who knows about my name?
Fake this missing
But I trust to the gang
And I'm chilling
With a feelin'
Drink spilling
'bout a million
Yeah we really getting a billy
Chronic getting sky
Make it mine
VI PI
MP behind the clouds
That's where you find me
Dress code
PIMP mode
Four hoes and three blunts
Sipping on some tanqueray
Modern day Marvin Gaye
My aroma is off a stoner
I leave your body stuck up in a coma
Yeah I'm home!
DE, Berlin bi' de TC
Siren sesleri gece
Rap mi?
Bize meze yüzü beze (ah-ah)
Elde balta
Olduğum semtler şimdi marka
Avcı izini sildi karda
Ağırlığı verince koptu halka
Ses yok, gelemezsin farkına (ah)
Bize pes yok karaladım bahtıma
Artık sil o paraları aklından
Yakuza, Massaka katliam
Çok rahat mı?
Verelim bi' yangına
Ritim yok şeytanın dansında
İsabet ederim alnına
Susturucular parkına
Hayat, anlattığın her şey yalandı
Kaldı bi' yankı
Hayat önüm kapandı (ah-ah)
Otomatik silahları camdan
Bakış artık değişti
Evet
Ölülerden canlan!
I'm a motherfucking G [?]
Puffin on that green, got a nigga in the zone
If a girl [?] nigga tryna blow
She here with me till six in the morn'
I'm a send her back
She don't know how to act
Don't trust these hoes
This a motherfucking fact
Says [?] brand new shoes
[?] anybody knew
It be like that
We don't play no games
You're not for the grim
That's a god damn shame
Been doing this for years
Who knows about my name?
Fake this missing
But I trust to the gang
Credits
Writer(s): Murat Ilhan, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Miodrag Grujic, Tyrone Derryl Clay
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