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Before i ever go broke ima pull a kick door Flexin on the gram but in real life he piss poor I can't fuck no bitch raw she might be a sick hoe I pop shit like crisco my choppa big its 6'4 Im dangerous if i see a opp i get to bangin it His head on his shoulder okay cool rearranging it Put his head right on his lap Like a gift we leave him wrapped Hit his ass close range shoot his ass then get him down We got plenty dead niggas i can go from A to Z Nigga better think about playin with god before you play with me They like Backstreet calm down nigga now you tweekin Im like if he ever come around he gon get a beatin Got a opp hoe she got good neck she gon eat it up Im abusive every time she throw that pussy ima beat it up She like choke me til you finish i be strokin while im in it Ay fuck it i be Michael Phelps bitch this the olympics Ima need a guinness ask a hoe about my record She say "everytime you hit me TK you apply that pressure" I was 12 years old when i pulled my first kick door Nigga i was robbin shit before i made Get Low Before i ever go broke ima pull a kick door Flexin on the gram but in real life he piss poor I can't fuck no bitch raw she might be a sick hoe I pop shit like crisco my choppa big its 6'4 Im dangerous if i see a opp i get to bangin it His head on his shoulder okay cool rearranging it Put his head right on his lap Like a gift we leave him wrapped Hit his ass close range shoot his ass then get him down Get him down Run up he get clapped He a dead nigga Pop a nigga dissin for attention he a dead figure Why you think all these fuck niggas get they head blown That nigga died and his poor ass couldn't get a headstone Before i ever go broke ima pull a kick door Flexin on the gram but in real life he piss poor I can't fuck no bitch raw she might be a sick hoe I pop shit like crisco my choppa big its 6'4 Im dangerous if i see a opp i get to bangin it His head on his shoulder okay cool rearranging it Put his head right on his lap Like a gift we leave him wrapped Hit his ass close range shoot his ass then get him down
Writer(s): Jack Richard Thierer, Di The Menace, Taveres Kirkland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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