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lirik lagu hus kingpin - sunkist, pt. 2

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[intro: smoovth]
yeah
shout out my n~gga hus, man
stu bangas
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo

[verse 1: smoovth]
my son kissed his mother
told my brother hus “hey, man, this sunkist is b~tter
it’s meant for lovers”
the way my gun stutter
like the sound effects that n~ggas makin’ in they raps
but never let it clap
there’s fake hugs and daps, no slack
we came in, chip on our back
years later, still ahead of the pack
snapple fat
i drink my orange juice from the carton
and shorty got, sunkist tits, like dolly parton
pardon my french, but f~ck, i ain’t never rolled a bench
see, mama broke the mold in this b~tch
that’s why we call this sh~t the winners, n~gga
’cause all we ever did was win and make it bigger
without no piggybackin’, without no co~signin’
just g~mackin’
.38, in my fleece jacket
asthmatic with a weed habit
n~ggas is turtles and i’m the bunny rabbit
what
[verse 2: nems]
yo, huh
baby, you could be the mascot for backshots (brah)
i bag shorty on the back blocks
now i got that p~ssy on a padlock (on a padlock)
don’t mean to brag but, i can buy you titties with the ass shots (facts)
you know i’m all about that bag, ahk (that bag, ahk)
she call me daddy now
’cause i got more money than her dad got (facts)
might handcuff her like a bad cop (f~ck it)
my mans tryna bag her, and all her friends are mad thots (mad thots)
so we brought ’em to coney island (coney island!), that’s the last stop (ching!)
might throw yo’ name in a rhyme, hoe (rhyme, hoe)
might shoot the club up like i’m chapo (grrah)
the d~ck made her crazy, shorty, where’d yo’ mom go? (where is she?)
i’m a lil’ lazy but you still mine thoooough (haha)
don’t even mention it (don’t even mention it)
welcome to club gunter, baby, here’s your membership (here’s your card)
start actin’ funny, we can end this sh~t (you can get it)
imagine gettin’ all this p~ssy from your penmanship (uh)

[verse 3: hus kingpin]
y’all usin’ no hands, suckin’ rappers all in your mouth
we gotta knock your hustle (uh~huh)
that’s unreasonable clout
you famous? huh, you feelin’ the lies like blind painters (blind)
you always be on the outside or wherever you are (wherever you are)
your brain cells in a cell, n~gga, just minus the bars, huh (uh~huh)
you sleepin’, smellin’ the stars
drawn to it (drawn)
and that family you searchin’ for, i was born into it (born)
maybe yo’ papa was a player, mama was a shaker (uh~huh)
all you come from bums and you prayin’ for a savin’ (tsah)
well, i come from a trini’ king and a queen beijing (uh)
what kinda love you was raised in? (huh?)
poor thing (hm)
now you n~ggas talkin’ about money now (huh)
welcome to it (huh?)
now i ain’t thought you had somethin’, clown (uh~huh)
’cause if you got no class, we can’t bring you around (uh~huh)
i told yo’ b~tch to run around
fat ass, big cups
tits round like sunkist oranges
i’m adorin’ this
[verse 4: sage infinite]
ayo
all i need is more gun, n~gga run wit’
one b~tch sweet as a soda, tell again sunkist (huh)
lungs spit lethal as f~ck, i’m with the dumb sh~t
you bum b~tch watchin’ the game like [?] (huh)
these n~ggas is trash, these b~tches is ass
like one of ’em call me broke, and i’m fixin’ to blast (blaow)
get fitted for cash, now who broke? who want smoke?
i got the latest strain for pain, who wanna toke? (huh)
who want jope? the heckler is ready, protected for fetti
these rap fiends about to lean, injectin’ them steady (oh)
stats collide
with these n~ggas, stats could fly
have ’em lookin’ better than they are, they wack and high (wack!)
i’m askin’ why
what their sk!ll they lack in i?
could write a verse on my worst and still pass ’em by
this glass is high
a toast to the winners at dinner
and pray the pigs don’t search us
ot and them rentals
let’s go

[chorus: hus kingpin]
my superdry look like a sunkist (yeah, uh)
i suit and tie all them n~ggas you grew up with
uh!


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