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lirik lagu ka$hkam - draco

[verse 1: ka$hkam]
got the f-ckin’ money, sleepin’ with the racks
sellin’ all the dope, choppin’ up the packs
b-tch you not a shooter, all you do is f-ckin’ cap
came up from the mack, so you know i f-ckin’ scr-p
slide up with the gang, hop out with the thang
earm-ffs on your mama so she doesn’t hear the bang
pull up with a stick, pull up hit a lick
when you left the house, your girl suck my d-ck
suck me lick a tick, suck me with some grip
when you walked in, you were slippin’ on her spit
keep a glock tucked, keep a b-tch f-cked
gun to his head, “keep your hands up”
ran off with your stuff, you ain’t even tough
actin’ like you ’bout it, you a f-ckin’ bluff
you want all the smoke, but your f-ckin’ hands cuffed
but your f-ckin’ hands cuffed
hold up let me preach, whitey like i’m bleached
smell i got the stink, saucin’ with the ink
cotton candy pink, c-ke is in the sink
need the snow plug, know i got the f-ckin’ link
they still know it’s me, slide off with the sneak
throwin’ gold at me, call me f-ckin’ tink
i just smoked a blunt, ordered uber eats
movin h-lla drugs, i just wanna eat
this ain’t for the clout, know what i’m about
talk your f-ckin sh-t, pistol whip you to the mouth
if you want the smoke, you know where i live
no you can’t hang, b-tch, f-ck up out my crib

[interlude: ka$hkam]
man i saw y’all
all black ski masks
runnin’ through my crib, ak’s
so imma start bustin’
pop, pop, pop

[verse 2: ka$hkam]
pull up with the gang, no this ain’t a game
boy you just a lame, get the f-ck up out my face
drug game up, never ever laced
gotta see the judge, gotta beat the f-ckin’ case
trap house in the city, wake up lickin’ t-tties
surrounded by the thots, surrounded by the bitties
if i got the hunnids, then you know i got the fifties
pull up with the pistol, imma smack you ’til you dizzy
let me pop my sh-t
imma f-ckin’ rock your sh-t
like it’s 2k, imma block your sh-t
if we got beef, drop that sh-t
i don’t f-ck with ops and sh-t
if you see a cop, we hop in the whip
red and blue lights, we don’t stop for no big
we roll up in their six
high speed chase, left turn race
peekin out the back and i think he saw my face
shoot him in disgrace, the charges imma face
like i’m tay-k, i gotta do the f-ckin’ race
pull up, coupe sp-ce
if i roll through, then she know i got the race
bunch of chips like lays
shoot ’em in the back, b-tch i shoot you with the k

[interlude: ka$hkam]
i had the glock
12 bullets
you was crawlin’ on my carpet and sh-t
shot you in the -ss
pop, pop, pop
shot your dumb -ss again, b-tch
i’m the real soulja

[hook: seuss the rapscallion]
all you p-ss-es get up out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
need my sp-ce, lil b-tch, get out my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
get me f-cked up, you talkin’ bout drake (draaaake?)
but neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
all you p-ss-es get up out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
need my sp-ce, lil b-tch, get out my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
get me f-cked up, you talkin’ bout drake (draaaake?)
but neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[outro: soulja boy]
aubrey graham in the wheelch- draaaake
y’all n-gg-s better stop playin’ with me

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