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wewantwraiths
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KAWALi
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Abdi Omar Hassan
Abdi Omar Hassan
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KAWALi
KAWALi
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(Moe Alka on the mix) Yo You know it's the killers, drillers, drug dealers in the building right now Yo, yo We the-, we the Mali niggas that came up from hitting licks We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip (Cone) It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move Said I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves Ah, I say wallahi a lot, none of my niggas are Mali I got my jail niggas with a canteen or a Marty I don't even trust blood, got finessed by my auntie Nowadays push to start, I ain't twisting a car key I wear Chrome Hearts, even though I'm heartless I'm tryna get hands-on, forgetting I'm an artist Forgetting I'm a star and my name's where the chart is Any guns for sale, I'll buy any on the market (cone) Go ask Chaney what she thinks of me She'll tell you I'm the sweetest kid Don't ask Aaliyah cah she'll tell you that I'm a piece of shit Stare for too long and I'ma think you tryna pree my wrist Taking half a box was the easiest We the Mali niggas came up from hitting licks We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move Said I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves My nigga went to jail, he got caught out for selling bricks (free up) My F niggas are Mali, make 20 quids every flip (ye) That's the city I reside, we turned that E money legit (ye, ye, ye) They gave my nigga 25 'cause he walking blind with a stick (ye, ye, ye) Wiilasha la waaye waakuwaan, that's my niggas Race niggas, time I pray that time go by quicker (ye, ye) Saved a stack a week now every month I make five figures (ye, ye) KAWALi might kawa your bitch to fly Dubai with her We the Mali niggas, the definition of lit The zombie killer by my side, take your arteries out your ribs I'm screaming, "Free all of the guys," that's the only niggas I miss (ye, ye, ye) We put the shusher on the usher (ye, Cone), this mean it came with a lisp We the-we the 'Mali niggas came up from hitting licks We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip It's like all these funny faces, I'm just tryna work who's who I feel so comfy in the trap, that's what I'm used to Po-, police asking questions like it's Blues Clues Can't bring my brodie to the show 'cah he a loose screw You ain't a six then you can't show fair Ain't seen my brodie for a while, it's been like four years I seen a nigga die for less, I beg you don't stare I took a trip to the maz to get my thoughts cleared 'Cause many men wish death upon me (upon me) But I don't fear a thing, I know it's on me (on me) Got money on my mind, these days, I can't sleep (can't sleep) Forever got the guys, I know they got me (got me) But niggas tryna take my life away We the Mali niggas came up from hitting licks We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move Said, I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves It's like if your Mali hittin licks then tell me, say, "Wallahi" Gettin' lit, gassed splittin' 50-50 with my dargies Pop smoke, I bring the burner, welcome to the party I can't trust that nigga, know he talkin' to the rallies (Cone) Yeah, you know
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