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lirik lagu skeme - kidz with gunz

[verse 1: skeme]
look, pledge allegiance, my middle finger up like f-ck polices
duke back better hide your nieces, cause i’m zoned out
tripping on purps and lean
when i was 13, i could work the nina
just a young n-gga tryna f-ck selena
i done did dirt just to bring the team up
so now i bring the team just to f-ck the scene up
n-ggas know what’s up, i’m in a rover truck
and with a roll of sl-ts, she tryna pour me up
and when she throw me up, bet i’ma hold her b-tt
i bet that’s why n-ggas wanna clone me, huh
bet that’s why hoes be all on me, huh
best that you walk up slowly, because i got it on me
and n-ggas don’t know me bruh
i’m stunting on these n-ggas like i’m dana dane
swerving lane to lane, my n-ggas banging gangs
you n-ggas claiming gangs, you n-ggas claim the game
but never came to hang, so sh-t just ain’t the same
and now we claim you lames, huh?
see man i came up flames, and try to gain a name
and then i made the name
b-tch i ain’t even wanna change the game
these n-ggas telling me the rules have never played the game
now i’m looking like what the f-ck?
i told you b-tch n-ggas not to f-ck with us
cause if you f-ck with us we got to f-ck you up
pull out the bucky buck and leave you b-ttoned up

[hook]
bunch of kids, with f-cking guns, big f-cking guns
bunch of kids, with f-cking guns, big f-cking guns
bunch of kids, with f-cking guns, big f-cking guns
bunch of kids, with f-cking guns, big f-cking guns, bang
big, f-cking guns, big f-cking guns, bang
big, f-cking guns, big f-cking guns, bang

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
real motherf-cker from the set like whoa
figside figside
i’m yelling out grove, got your homies off
sh-t will prolly make the news
everybody dead, this ain’t april fools, n-gga
playing with your life, flossing all morning, we ain’t get them tonight
soon as everything is cool, green light on sight
creep so hard, think god did
i’m a f-cking loc , you ain’t getting money, you’s a f-cking joke
n-gga, what the f-ck you mean, tde b-tch, motherf-ck your team
knock, knock, knock, n-gga clear the scene
everybody gone, only took a minute, i had the nina glock
and held 9 to pop, i got 9 to drop, around 9 o’clock, uh, n-gga
yeah, like the odds, steal your granny sh-t keep the foil hot
i’m looking for the fiends with the grimy socks
with the dirty nails and the girly tops
yeah, i’m getting rich tonight
sell your p-ssy b-tch you’re getting pimped tonight
yeah, make a right on fig, get your d-ck sucked, hundred bucks, right on trick
get guns, split wigs, yeah, a kid
this world ain’t give you sh-t
but p-ssy till you dead, the signature stack
cause you might get sick

cotton candy sweet as gold, let me see your p-ssy ho
throw it back, clap it slow, show me why they call you ho
b-tch i’m up i know you know, tell me what you playing for
b-tch i ain’t fiending, what is you feeling
b-tch is you with it, b-tch, i am with it

[hook]

[verse 3: skeme]
now b-tch just chill, this how it is when the sh-t get real
pistol grip and an eggman whip, with a distant b-tch
on some pimping sh-t
bars r us, now tell them f-ck n-ggas don’t bother us
i rap with the strap, no robbing us
and we ball like ain’t n0body guarding us
start back n-gga, chopper to your head line, part that n-gga
you a b-tch boy, where your heart at n-gga
small fish in the water where the sharks at n-gga
touch this, touch that, i bust first, you can’t bust back
racks on racks yeah i touch that
i ride henny while you walking with your b-tts back
n-gga f-ck that, f-ck this, no f-ck sh-t, cause i’m a yg
i be, getting money, swear the dollar sign is my id
say my n-gga, i know you n-ggas heard, i don’t play my n-gga
next up, out the c.a, my n-gga, i can sh-t on these rappers all day my n-gga
ye, ye, my n-gga, money team flow ray j my n-gga
that’s a joke n-gga, laugh, dirty money show we putting hundreds in the back
diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line
n-ggas coming for your -ss
got a groove n-gga with me, that’s a whole front of 50
single wood door f’s in the room from the biddy
make a diss about mine and we running in your lap, have 10 for a line
n-ggas coming for your -ss
got a groove n-gga with me, that’s a whole front of 50
single wood door f’s in the room from the biddy
whoh, b-tch

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