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King Pt. 3 Lyrics

"King Pt. 3" was written by Justin Lewis Scott.
"King Pt. 3" was written by Justin Lewis Scott.

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Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens

This is how it all started way back
First the boomin' voice then the bass crack, 808
And that's when we first started fire
Cause the speakers wasn't grounded and he fried all the wires
But he thought about the thump from the jump
Took it out the bat cave and he threw it in the trunk
And that's evolution for you peeps
Like this is how I'm supposed to get freaks, 808

Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never
Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever
Subbin' on these hoes, give a fuck about the treble
He could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like

Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteen

Now this is how it all started way back
Your neighbor, neighbor, neighbor, neighbor's hate that
Basin' through my city like a junkie beat
With my trunk talking to you, bitch you better speak
Pull up t the club and I kill shit
Bitch you gotta be dead not to feel this, 808
My cousin passes out and turns to me
Like this is how you're supposed to get freaks

Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never
Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever
Subbin' on these hoes, give a fuck about the treble
I could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like

Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteen

No this ain't you're ordinary subwoofer no
Knocking down the pictures off the wall
I keep it crackin' in my trunk
Destroy your whole hood with that thump
That's if you want it like that player
Vibrate in my crooked all the way to Himalayas
Pandora box and custom made it
Sonic boom and Jackson stated
My trunk not like Jehovah Witness
I made it like haters, had to play it
It's a really good fuckin' speaker do I have to say it?
It took me a year and some change just to calibrate it

Ain't nobody gonna stop this sub that I got in my trunk today
Crank it to the max till the windows start to crank
And the fuck boy laws give chase
Man hol' up I've been bassin' since bass been bass
The knob keep breaking and the swangers keep scraping
With these two fifteens wrecking shop all day
I'm bound to wake the block always
Big bang

Songwriters
JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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