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Kaan 3 Video (MV)




Performed By: duke
Length: 2:16
Written by: Daniel Brown




duke - Kaan 3 Lyrics




Talking all heavy
I be right atcha neck
I ain't never bang
So I don't care who u rep
They can't get ya back
When that Tech atcha back
She don't want ya dick
Cuz she got some of KAAN
I be KAANin niggas
When I come wit the KAAN
All I want is head
Don't really got no demands
All I want is polo
And some shell top I'm fresh
Ima make her bus it
For these ones in my pants

You can ask my niggas
I be giving demands
But we all leaders
We all giving demands
U should get some ice
It can help u cooldown
Niggas showing money
But it's really his manz
Talking bout a lick
That You ain't even put in
Tryna split a ounce
When you ain't even put in
Niggas run they mouth
Instead of listening in
Nigga I'll smack you
Nah I'm not one of friends
I don't have to pretend
Speaking honestly
If I say yo nigga
Then it must be a problem b
Get my uncle to pat his back
Cuz he proud of em
Soon as pat was back
They was hiding em

That's a check
Cut a check
U get check
Catching rec
Stomped em in the fresh butters
I ain't even scuff em yet
Really niggas be upset
Wen u shine
Wen u set
U will kno who really there
Niggas sleepin
To relax
Took my bike
Got it back
Only lying
To the fed
Keep my word
I be back
He finessed
Getting clapped
Wen I'm out
Keep it fresh
I don't wanna break a sweat
Niggas wild
Ain't a threat
Yeah we gone
Get a check
Spin the block
He ain't out
Then we gone
Spin it back
Pat on Go
Nun less
Fearing god
Nun less
Rue jeans
Jacket guess
Need a spitta
Get a teck
Gotta Dutch
F*ck a back
I hit Maully
Need the strap
U a bitch
Getting slap
Smoking weed
Losing stress
Wake up head
Feeling blessed
Pistol whip ya
To ya death
Kill the game
Rocking bling
Kill the game
Don't jock the name
Acps
All to ya brain
Green on me
That's Peter Pan
Pistol to ya greeting Fam
Do my sister wrong
Haaaa
You won't breathe again
Don't believe
Getting doe
I'm snatching
I'm packin
Don't be lackin
Don't be yapping
Cuz we scrapping
And You trapped in
Black bag
On ya head
Shoe string
Tie em up
This ain't acting

I want back in
But I'm back in
I was never out
Growing weed in my momma house
Sold weed in my momma house
Had a gat
But I kept it silent
Nice dude
Just don't get da wildin
Nice tool
That will get ta holler
Send shak
He gone keep em silent
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Talking all heavy
I be right atcha neck
I ain't never bang
So I don't care who u rep
They can't get ya back
When that Tech atcha back
She don't want ya dick
Cuz she got some of KAAN
I be KAANin niggas
When I come wit the KAAN
All I want is head
Don't really got no demands
All I want is polo
And some shell top I'm fresh
Ima make her bus it
For these ones in my pants

You can ask my niggas
I be giving demands
But we all leaders
We all giving demands
U should get some ice
It can help u cooldown
Niggas showing money
But it's really his manz
Talking bout a lick
That You ain't even put in
Tryna split a ounce
When you ain't even put in
Niggas run they mouth
Instead of listening in
Nigga I'll smack you
Nah I'm not one of friends
I don't have to pretend
Speaking honestly
If I say yo nigga
Then it must be a problem b
Get my uncle to pat his back
Cuz he proud of em
Soon as pat was back
They was hiding em

That's a check
Cut a check
U get check
Catching rec
Stomped em in the fresh butters
I ain't even scuff em yet
Really niggas be upset
Wen u shine
Wen u set
U will kno who really there
Niggas sleepin
To relax
Took my bike
Got it back
Only lying
To the fed
Keep my word
I be back
He finessed
Getting clapped
Wen I'm out
Keep it fresh
I don't wanna break a sweat
Niggas wild
Ain't a threat
Yeah we gone
Get a check
Spin the block
He ain't out
Then we gone
Spin it back
Pat on Go
Nun less
Fearing god
Nun less
Rue jeans
Jacket guess
Need a spitta
Get a teck
Gotta Dutch
F*ck a back
I hit Maully
Need the strap
U a bitch
Getting slap
Smoking weed
Losing stress
Wake up head
Feeling blessed
Pistol whip ya
To ya death
Kill the game
Rocking bling
Kill the game
Don't jock the name
Acps
All to ya brain
Green on me
That's Peter Pan
Pistol to ya greeting Fam
Do my sister wrong
Haaaa
You won't breathe again
Don't believe
Getting doe
I'm snatching
I'm packin
Don't be lackin
Don't be yapping
Cuz we scrapping
And You trapped in
Black bag
On ya head
Shoe string
Tie em up
This ain't acting

I want back in
But I'm back in
I was never out
Growing weed in my momma house
Sold weed in my momma house
Had a gat
But I kept it silent
Nice dude
Just don't get da wildin
Nice tool
That will get ta holler
Send shak
He gone keep em silent
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Writer: Daniel Brown
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