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King-Tyyy - Passion Lyrics



King-Tyyy - Passion Lyrics
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I swear this is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
I got to blasting, blitzing niggas like its madden
Yeahhhhh man I swear this shit right here is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
Im from the 9 where a nigga cant be lacking
Was in them streets with my brothers early trappin
Dreaming hard bout a bag so we can wrap it
Been in it since a shorty, we was never cappin
I see a thot, best believe that Imma mack her
I take yo bitch, you get to tweaking I bet I crack her
I be working overtime , I aint a slacker
I heard them shells get to poppin, firecrackers
Sending shots down the street like a package
We was reckless as them shorties like a savage
Applying pressure till I see im doing damage
Put me in a mansion, now im living lavish
When I come up, fu ass niggas cant come near me
Im doing the dash on the highway in a Bentley
If you ever screw me over, you gone fear me and that's the real me
Nigga you gone feel me
I swear this is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
I got to blasting, blitzing niggas like its madden
Yeahhhhh man I swear this shit right here is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
It be a lot of pain in me but I never squeal
I just put it in a song and you can try to feel
Im from the city where the opps wanna see you fail
Niggas in and out jail steady paying bail
I just pray that all my niggas staying safe forreal
Cuz them streets a do you dirty, all it know is kill
Know some niggas that'll hit a stain when they off a pill
I just sit back, do my shit and get close to a mill
In a minute record label offer me the deal
Put my mama in a mansion, the one she appeal
She looking at me on the TV, this shit feel unreal
I hope the hunnits and the luxury come make me heal
Hope all this pain find itself up out of me
I been grinding, niggas tired of struggling
Watch me bounce up like im on a trampoline
Now im up these pussy niggas cant believe
I swear this is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
I got to blasting, blitzing niggas like its madden
Yeahhhhh man I swear this shit right here is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
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I swear this is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
I got to blasting, blitzing niggas like its madden
Yeahhhhh man I swear this shit right here is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
Im from the 9 where a nigga cant be lacking
Was in them streets with my brothers early trappin
Dreaming hard bout a bag so we can wrap it
Been in it since a shorty, we was never cappin
I see a thot, best believe that Imma mack her
I take yo bitch, you get to tweaking I bet I crack her
I be working overtime , I aint a slacker
I heard them shells get to poppin, firecrackers
Sending shots down the street like a package
We was reckless as them shorties like a savage
Applying pressure till I see im doing damage
Put me in a mansion, now im living lavish
When I come up, fu ass niggas cant come near me
Im doing the dash on the highway in a Bentley
If you ever screw me over, you gone fear me and that's the real me
Nigga you gone feel me
I swear this is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
I got to blasting, blitzing niggas like its madden
Yeahhhhh man I swear this shit right here is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
It be a lot of pain in me but I never squeal
I just put it in a song and you can try to feel
Im from the city where the opps wanna see you fail
Niggas in and out jail steady paying bail
I just pray that all my niggas staying safe forreal
Cuz them streets a do you dirty, all it know is kill
Know some niggas that'll hit a stain when they off a pill
I just sit back, do my shit and get close to a mill
In a minute record label offer me the deal
Put my mama in a mansion, the one she appeal
She looking at me on the TV, this shit feel unreal
I hope the hunnits and the luxury come make me heal
Hope all this pain find itself up out of me
I been grinding, niggas tired of struggling
Watch me bounce up like im on a trampoline
Now im up these pussy niggas cant believe
I swear this is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
I got to blasting, blitzing niggas like its madden
Yeahhhhh man I swear this shit right here is my passion
I been trying to stack a bag to make it happen
Remember standing on that corner holding ratchets
I had my pole concealed when niggas got to cappin
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Writer: Tywan Levy-Henderson
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Written by: Tywan Levy-Henderson

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