Lyrics:
Jammin this here Now Signature and cake
It's our year
wHole Cport baby
It's our year
I need me a smoke break
I think it's time for a smoke break
Oh, it's
(eyes, what)
But I brought my K, extra clip
I let it spray (paw, paw, paw)
I just fucked your bitch, and then
I bust up in her face, ooh
(what)
Then I need
the heart if it goes down let's bet
Gyal give me now now
It's bout to go down down
1 ,2 check on the mic nigga gotta make cheques
But when I get home baby I
And them scriptures start to manifest
Call this album 40, cause previously it means to stand the test
Every time I look at my family, I'm like, man, I'm
to do list
Baby don't do me
I'm blue
You're clueless
Bitch
Are you shoeless
Wicked witch of the west
Now you want my red shoe sis
KupCake, is that you,
They really thought it was something
Let's go turn up the heat and
Go blow up the summer (No cap)
It's 1K, the Mob, the devil in awe
How you go big
as hot as a summer day
You’ll find out cuz the album a month away
Everything that you got...it was on delay
Everything that I got...it was ándale
You
out who I'm speaking up for
Now that my foot and knee in the door
Let's talk about it, no walking out it
We 'bout to see Le'Quincy body with
in there
It sounds pretty good, but check this out
Though you already talked about the music
Let's hear some facts about video games, go!
Super
drop salt and rice (damn)
All it did was make me precise (okay)
Nigga done gone all red, now a nigga feelin' like Yachty
Nigga got drips on drips
Shit, we do this every day, they hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
and do it
Put me back on cable quick
And I ain't use none of them beats
Your label sent, so
Lettuce be, get'cha tomato split
Let me be or get'cha
Yeah,
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
lullaby
The Christmas tree begins to sway
And all the toy balloons just seem to say
Don't let the music pass you by
It's baby's first Christmas
And I let myself inside
That chick was slouched down on the couch
I think her brain was fried
Couldn't figure it out
She wouldn't even look at me
together us better days
I tell you my feelings I get a "k"
And now i'm stuck here begging you to stay
You act like a bitch it's funny
I make a hit, get money
Call me K9ine
(Why? Cause)
All my brothers been moving like we bouta fly
K9 on the beat like it’s all by design
She playing she playing then tell her
attention, so let's watch it unfold
I guess I f**kin' fuse an indie or a major
Got a new album all day, get you some of this recipe flavor
Off top, 15 beat
babo claiming some of them faking
Bathi we will never make it
But we kept praying now it’s ours for the taking
Ekasi we will stay kings
Noma banga
Trip) New addition, nigga cool it now
A couple niggas with me is way too over-zeaulous to shoot it out
You keep poppin' off only going to make it that
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