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Came Fom Video (MV)




Performed By: Vo2k
Length: 2:50
Written by: Duvon Wiley




Vo2k - Came Fom Lyrics




Yuh!
Yuh!
I came from this
I froze my wrist
My gold is sick
Hatin dont exist
I smoke then roll
I'm sick they know
They shit get old
I play my role
I work hard for this shit
Okay case closed
I want peso
They my lil clones
They know they know
Iont play wit dem hoes
Had to stay on my toes
Till I had a bankroll

Aww man this it
I had to whip it to a brick
I had a shot and couldnt miss
I got em look kinda pissed
Aww man im sick
I had get my check up
Why I let up
I bet they now respect us
She know my steeez
One more jimmy please
I was smokin on trees
Then I was gon wit the breeze
Woah yeah
Six deep lookin clean
Haters pressed bout me
I was tryna get the green
And everything in between
I mean
Why would I hype things
If you ain't really like these
I can put you on some high beams
One more of them
Shawty you gon f*ck
And try to fly please
Don't take these for weak
Or you'll be gone bout a week
See you might think shits sweet
But that ain't nothing but a swisher
Do you niggas get the picture
I hit lil shorty then dismiss her
She caught like I was a pitcher
I'll be gone for min
But I'll be comin back soon
Mr summer jimmy June
Mr add it by the 2s
You look so confused
I quit playin by the rules
I start playin for keeps
I left shorty she tweak
Aw yea it's fine by me
I had to find my peace
I'm way to high don't reach

I came from this
I froze my wrist
My gold is sick
Hatin dont exist
I smoke then roll
I'm sick they know
They shit get old
I play my role
I work hard for this shit
Okay case closed
I want peso
They my lil clones
They know they know
Iont play wit dem hoes
Had to stay on my toes
Till I had a bankroll
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Yuh!
Yuh!
I came from this
I froze my wrist
My gold is sick
Hatin dont exist
I smoke then roll
I'm sick they know
They shit get old
I play my role
I work hard for this shit
Okay case closed
I want peso
They my lil clones
They know they know
Iont play wit dem hoes
Had to stay on my toes
Till I had a bankroll

Aww man this it
I had to whip it to a brick
I had a shot and couldnt miss
I got em look kinda pissed
Aww man im sick
I had get my check up
Why I let up
I bet they now respect us
She know my steeez
One more jimmy please
I was smokin on trees
Then I was gon wit the breeze
Woah yeah
Six deep lookin clean
Haters pressed bout me
I was tryna get the green
And everything in between
I mean
Why would I hype things
If you ain't really like these
I can put you on some high beams
One more of them
Shawty you gon f*ck
And try to fly please
Don't take these for weak
Or you'll be gone bout a week
See you might think shits sweet
But that ain't nothing but a swisher
Do you niggas get the picture
I hit lil shorty then dismiss her
She caught like I was a pitcher
I'll be gone for min
But I'll be comin back soon
Mr summer jimmy June
Mr add it by the 2s
You look so confused
I quit playin by the rules
I start playin for keeps
I left shorty she tweak
Aw yea it's fine by me
I had to find my peace
I'm way to high don't reach

I came from this
I froze my wrist
My gold is sick
Hatin dont exist
I smoke then roll
I'm sick they know
They shit get old
I play my role
I work hard for this shit
Okay case closed
I want peso
They my lil clones
They know they know
Iont play wit dem hoes
Had to stay on my toes
Till I had a bankroll
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Writer: Duvon Wiley
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