(King Cozee Chorus)
Triple 3’s, no triple 6’s
Cozee on a fucking mission
Big 3’s up, we triple flipping
Calm down, we don’t need no tension
All that talk, get no attention
Damn, I know you fucking heated
You should’ve took advice when MJ, said to fucking 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 niggas lame run my fade, yeah, roger that
Choker on my neck & double rings on my hand
Skinny nigga rocking all black, like I’m Slenderman
Charging up with my music shit, like I’m super saiyan
God threw a sword & said it’s some for some demon slaying
All my niggas vicious & we been getting them riches
Man, The opposition ain’t shit, in my eyes, I been fucking winning
I’m killing niggas, like I’m David, bitch, I’m fucking fearless
Man, you niggas flopping like a fish, I been fucking swimming
(King Cozee Hook)
Triple 3’s, no triple 6’s
Cozee on a fucking mission
Big 3’s up, we triple flipping
Calm down, we don’t need no tension
All that talk, get no attention
Damn, I know you fucking heated
You should’ve took advice when MJ, said to fucking 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
Niggas swear he was swishing
They wishing
For deathwish
Don’t touch this
Skateboard shit
Do a kickflip
I don’t do this
Nollie shuv with my bitches
Nollie shuv with my niggas
DylAn might pull the trigger up
DylAn might pull up, what’s up
This that real shit, Flavor of Love
No New York
Nigga, go eat with a spork
Nigga, go put that shit 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 niggas is trash
Nigga, collect that shit
Drop that off, fill up that bag
Get the fuck outta here Dad
Get the fuck outta here cuz
I used to call you Pop, but I swear to fucking God you not that
All the niggas swear they got it
Swear to God you not my Papa
All the niggas who come through, talking all that shit, they not proper
This is to the niggas that I used to call friends, gone and got that bag
Who went & go & got that bag
I have two dads
Fuck you
Kids Keep Secrets (KKS)
Alfred The Beach Boy
Triple 3’s, no triple 6’s
Cozee on a fucking mission
Big 3’s up, we triple flipping
Calm down, we don’t need no tension
All that talk, get no attention
Damn, I know you fucking heated
You should’ve took advice when MJ, said to fucking 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 niggas lame run my fade, yeah, roger that
Choker on my neck & double rings on my hand
Skinny nigga rocking all black, like I’m Slenderman
Charging up with my music shit, like I’m super saiyan
God threw a sword & said it’s some for some demon slaying
All my niggas vicious & we been getting them riches
Man, The opposition ain’t shit, in my eyes, I been fucking winning
I’m killing niggas, like I’m David, bitch, I’m fucking fearless
Man, you niggas flopping like a fish, I been fucking swimming
(King Cozee Hook)
Triple 3’s, no triple 6’s
Cozee on a fucking mission
Big 3’s up, we triple flipping
Calm down, we don’t need no tension
All that talk, get no attention
Damn, I know you fucking heated
You should’ve took advice when MJ, said to fucking 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
Niggas swear he was swishing
They wishing
For deathwish
Don’t touch this
Skateboard shit
Do a kickflip
I don’t do this
Nollie shuv with my bitches
Nollie shuv with my niggas
DylAn might pull the trigger up
DylAn might pull up, what’s up
This that real shit, Flavor of Love
No New York
Nigga, go eat with a spork
Nigga, go put that shit 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 niggas is trash
Nigga, collect that shit
Drop that off, fill up that bag
Get the fuck outta here Dad
Get the fuck outta here cuz
I used to call you Pop, but I swear to fucking God you not that
All the niggas swear they got it
Swear to God you not my Papa
All the niggas who come through, talking all that shit, they not proper
This is to the niggas that I used to call friends, gone and got that bag
Who went & go & got that bag
I have two dads
Fuck you
Kids Keep Secrets (KKS)
Alfred The Beach Boy
( King Cozee )
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