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lirik lagu kidd adamz - john cena

i don’t wanna talk to you
i rather take off with my partner yeah
this summer we forecast alot of paper
your girl wanna see me on top of her
just lobster and steak no tilapia
suits at the dinner table like the mafia
we one of of a kind you can’t copy us
i peep you boys tryna copy us, huh
they wanna know how a n~gga livin’
they got my cuz’ in the penitentiary
they got me thinkin’ my makin’ millions
dream of the day when he leavin’ prison
i got two auntie’s with breast cancer
my older cousin got heart failure
goin’ through life like it’s all player
still in the field likе the ball players
i make you run likе you, huh
run me them coins, yeah
2,000 just to perform, yeah
i had to run up the funds, yeah
dress it up like comicon, yeah
my n~gga slime you better cut the head
draco shoot him in the motherf~ckin’ dreads
redbone b~tch take him off the edge
drop the pin and then we takin’ off again
but this ain’t no smokey beat
my young n~gga said he wanna hold the heat
my 21 ready to catch a body
so watch how you n~ggas approachin’ me
i keep the heater it’s close to me
don’t come around think you could joke with me
who the f~ck you n~ggas supposed to be
i’m really not feeling these new n~ggas
gettin’ old money with old heads
bad yellow b~tch and she bow~legged
but she ride on my d~ck like a moped
i never stay for too long though
i still layup like i’m rondo
beat up the box like a combo
keep he grass trimmed like a lawnmower
we kept the cash on us but it never would last on us
so we ran it back up, yeah we got all that cash up
see it took a while homie now that money gon’ pile homie
heard they wanna clap us but they know that we strapped up
don’t make a dumb decision
n~ggas round me they got dumb precision
n~gga like me i turn up with k!llers
antisocial i don’t f~ck with n~ggas
all black the color that gang sh~t
me and my dog f~cked the same b~tch
a sl~tty lil’ b~tch who she came with
shootin’ a shot that i can’t miss
can’t front man i need all the back end
smack that lil’ b~tch on her back end
rockin’ all black with my black friends
she gave me brain like a cat scan
hungry lil’ n~gga i came from the bottom
ain’t nothin’ like starvin’ and huntin’ for food
come actin’ soft and you might end up hardened or dead
cause these n~ggas got nothing’ to lose
and something to prove when it come to them tools
deep in the cut with a gun in my true’s
pockets on empty like n~gga just let me find you slippin
that give me somethin’ to do
flexin’ a stretch of them 10s that you got on your hustle
like n~gga you stuntin’ for who?
gave my big homie a play and he said we gon’ run it
so that mean we comin’ for you
ain’t got no time for no talkin’ just know that we stalkin’
you n~ggas and scopin’ the scene
all of my shooters is sober when shootin’
they don’t need a pill or to roll on a bean
i’m the only one that roll on my team
molly, xans, lean, whole lotta grean
drippin’ codeine all on my jeans
triple og it’s all in my genes
6029, you know that’s the team

- lirik lagu kidd adamz

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