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far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
K in cash
That shit humbled me
When I touch down in LA
I'ma need an awful lot of shit
Damn, I made an awful lot of
Dog shit off them Klonopins
Told
Bass aunda ni jeona ek dubb dubb k
Gall mann ch koi dhaari fir dolna ni aunda
Hun mande ni dukh dil pathar banaya
Paani jinha da tu bharen lattan thalle
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
the object in here
[LA Sunshine] is just to have some fun
[Special K] So have fun...
[all three] And have fun
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the the club in the A, we the drum in the K
We just flood out the bank, throwing dubbs celebrating
Independence, ain't no hating my premises
No, I got my plug
shit's O'fficial
I grip the pistol then shots bang
Or Cave ya chest in wit' a
Bat to get jacked boy
(Jakkboy) this how you Roc (k) chains
Remember Jakkboy
theres somethin i think you should know
that you, you got my heart sayin....
la la la la la la
[Loon]
aww.....yea..check it out,
I'm young Markess A.K
Let's go
I go by "Weezy, the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get
go for Swag and K-Foe
Real shit time to resurface now
Shit was deep nah it's steep
Cuz I'm near da mountains
Ina desert now
Day by day, mine get
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Can you hear me now?
This is not the girl you used to know
Talking to you now
I
on
And set a fire to the zone
Get, get ready and come on
Come on, come on
Let's set a fire to the
K-k-k-k-da-la-ta, follow me 'till the dawn
K-sos Musik
P.d.r.g. Khey
A.k.a. L'africain le plus arrogant et sincère
Noir et fier, blanchis pas ta mélanine
Lâche pas la salât même si tu
A dubb for a kill
10k for a hit
Carol Remix Extended the clip
The 50s is straight they made from the print
Nigga I I had a nigga tell me I was richI told
M1y entertainment
Nana na nana na
M'dubb
Nana na
Nana na
In the streets they call me charley
Nana na
Its mante on the track
Nana
Yo
I'ont need none
K I S S I N G
Hold on U & me Air BNB
F U C K I N G
U kould lean on
But baby don’t lie on me
I kould be wrong just do right by me
I don’t need
Tell em I'm good
Workin on my growth
Imma do what I should
Book a lotta shows
Bring the bread by the foot
And pretty soon I'm gone
Quicker than they
with a bitch,
Now you know about the girl that you chose to love,
Chillin with the homies, buyin' sacks from k-dubb.
Smokin' up, chokin' up, payin for
Nik Nack is in the house for the four
My niggaz locked up left a kilo it's good as sold
Stole
Gumbo pot creamery
Rise to the top
My limo
ain't really the s***
They simply farting
By the way I've been disheartened
That's why I started
I noticed that ninety-nine percent of Black artists
Take
just be fuckin bitches you in love with a thot
She let me fuck her and i wore a rubber
Told her lemme buss on her face or imma dubb her
And she cannot
counter
My niggas on the blocc and yu know we keep a glocc
And we don't f**k wit opps aim it then we fucking pop
I wake up and thank god grateful that I'm
Jeter
I got range im like Coreio Speakers
North Carolina finally getting love
Shout out to norry and that nigga dubb
Mac got that sack he show a nigga
Wrist and My Ice and My Chain like
"Damn K07 How They Know By The Name!"
Tatted On My Face So These Bigots Know The Name
Tatted On My Face So
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