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2la kil - gmr lyrics

(intro)
it don’t got to last
i don’t know it’s best
if she dance for the cash
i don’t know it’s best
if she dance just to make it
out of that
i don’t know it’s best
if she dance just to make
it out of baghdad

(verse 1)
telling on yourself
gonna get you k!lled
snitching on your bando
get your mans cold dead
murdered in the middle streets
smelly fishy scale
i guess that how it be
when u tipping 12
informants in street clothes
make me itchy
usher don’t i let it burn
lit it send heat skin deep
i’m in the firm out here
nc go head holla wave it round
ya head word to petey p

i don’t know it’s best
if she ask for it
i’m kicking in doors
like the task force
it’s murder murder on they soul
4 the man jordan
jumping up to heaven
just to meet the devil
i talked to the reverend
he just preaching trouble
its only one god
not to keep it subtle
i been out hard can you understand me ?
that’s why i’m going off
on your shady -ss
backhanded demanded

(chorus)
light a blunt
as your b-tch
proceed to blow me
they talk about me
but they never know the story
they don’t want the pain
all they want to see is glory
all they is happiness
they don’t see the fury

light a blunt as your b-tch
proceed to blow me
they talk about me
but they never know the story
they don’t want they pain
all they want to see is glory
all they see is diamonds
they don’t see the blood

(verse 2 )
dog i meet b-tches
discreet b-tches
sweet listen
mission 2 get up
on your d licking
on her knees
spit gargle up
the jesus
in honor of the visa
cash on her -ss
ima have to backhand it & p-ss
don’t laugh she just trying
make some money cope
blow up her noise
this the fee for the entry
you pay to lease
and proceed as she bend knees
don’t have to run the law
meet the meager ricky b
i’m on a roll on the road
on the leisurely
tell the leader
i need a liter of the fiji please
h-ll are we
in a fire
i don’t need extinguished
give me kerosine
last but not least rapping about beef
free makes no sense logic
economics of a rhymer
that’s the problem
they going to do the homie
like ez
suicide so sour and the life it be like this so i

(outro)
baby girl
i’m the man from the commonwealth
got answers & i will help
keeps souls from the fire h-ll
me ?
knowles and the carter dwelling
in the mold of the father
i know what i ought to tell you
don’t fold on em
keeping going
just back back give me room
keep going
just back back gimme room
keep flowing
i ask you to back back give me room
just back back give me room

- 2la kil lyrics

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