Listen to 3 Kxngs (feat. Joey Supratta & Ttereve) by Hollow Brooks

3 Kxngs (feat. Joey Supratta & Ttereve)

Hollow Brooks

Hip-Hop/Rap

4 Shazams

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Abelard
Blake Abelard
Songwriter
Joseph Ciraolo
Joseph Ciraolo
Songwriter
Everett Essex
Everett Essex
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollow Brooks
Hollow Brooks
Producer

Lyrics

When's the last time u heard us 3 in the booth,we the coldest cats in the valley, saber tooth We steppin on the scene tougher than a timberland boot. This is deeper than the surface becuz we got roots We glowed up, ain't no stoppin now. No red signs to hold us back, pedal to the ground When it comes to that race just to get the crown. We creeping for the win with no trace with that valley sound We run it, we just, do it dude. That's why You only see the Nike symbol on my shoe Supratta Records the crew, we mixed like cold brew, and with the pen & pad, we're like the new age Wu With a little more tang, in the front like bangs. We always coming back for more like a boomerang. My words gonna get you, running & spinning off ur axis And we don't play those games, no rounds & no matches Circa 13 that's how long we been workin for this It's a sure thing we keep it moved ford like taurus We the new kings, We on to new things, We'll change the color of your mood rings Cause when we do things you all ignored us Keep your game tight,You in your lane right? We give the orders, You a Lame type,I think my name might Get world supporters,You, Go to sleep with sheep While we creeping up in the lions den Find me in the shade with this 45, I'm just firing mortars At close quarters no jurisdiction no boarders My verses lead to hearses,This the purge you cant afford us The holy trinity, storming thru on some horses Leave em all for dead, body still tense Like rigor Mortis I'm the baddest out You ain't even heard about, That's without a doubt I'm black and proud In case it occurs to you Why I'm actin wild, I crack a smile Cuz you don't want the smoke Like a black'n mild So pass it round, Cuz I will never pass it What's a cap & gown?! All I ever wanted was to move the crowd Performing at the newest music lounge Where only few allowed My motivation got drive I got that Uber style You should rate this a five For how I'm doing well Because the fittest survive, Whenever enduring hell Well We can cut it like that
Writer(s): Joseph Ciraolo, Blake Abelard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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