KharMohn - Theme Song (feat. DhyNamik)

Bring flames to a four alarm fire, wash em up, ring em out
Then I throw em in the dryer nigga don't try it
Talking bout you getting high we getting higher nigga
And I ain't talking bout weed i'm talking bout my level, bitch
Mr. 765317 getting reckless, try to play me like i'm not from the city i'm repping bitch
I be out there, wit my niggas walking stepping bitch, on some chill shit, T-Shirt, no necklace
That mean i'm in this bitch, get what i want yeah i'm with the bitch, didn't think I could get the bitch Laughing at yo comments while i'm with the bitch, so damn bad wanna hit the bitch
Make you wanna slap yo momma, brown skin boss Obama, controlling what's mine like a farmer
This that long awaited, highly anticipated, what took you so long to make it
Going through real shit, and i couldn't take it promise this ain't shit
I just had to make it get treated different cause I won't fake it
99 percent, of these niggas hood rent
That mean they ain't with the shit but wanna look good for a minute
Open the fucking door , imma put my foot, in 765 317 put my hood in it bitch
Bring flames to a four alarm fire, wash em up, ring em out
Then I throw em in the dryer nigga don't try it
Talking bout you getting high we getting higher nigga
And I ain't talking bout weed i'm talking bout my level, bitch

Written by:
KharMohn Speed

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