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baby kia - gun smoke* lyrics

[intro]
now man, n+gga
k!ll his grandma, n+gga if you ain’t home
p+ssy. (hah)

[hook]
he think that he hard
i come through spinning, indictators (he not)
come through that b+tch sideways
i f+ck ’round swinging haters (hahhhhh)
he think that sh+t cool i leave his grandma more disabled (k!ll him)
his mom, out that rocking chair
i don’t care ’bout no— (come here)

[verse 1]
smile on my face when i see blood (i’m evil)
doctor said i’m f+cked up (ahhhh)
i got venom in my blood (danger)
b+tch i backed no king, shook his hand
then shoot him up (bet no, bet no)
run gun smoke with my opps lets have a talk
gon’ deagle ’em up (yeah)
they keep sayin’ bk don’t play fair (no)
key the bigger sister hold her down, cut off her hair (yeah)
they put lil turk all in that dirt (come ‘ere)
n+gga f+ck the pastor, smoke the backwood in the church (huh)
deagone found his daddy in the meat shop, know that hurt (bow!)
[verse 2]
two f+ck gang i’m down to ’bout no work
gurk done switch it, turn ‘purp (brr, brr, bow!)
come through, cleanin’ sh+t up, no verse
don’t give a f+ck ’bout this, f+ck what you heard
her cuck baby kick it, time to go swerve (bow, ay say lil ripple)
bk what’s pap? (huh)
park that kia, sn+tch off in that audi
come through the alley, big boy diesel truck
gon’ leave the whole street clouded (skrr)

[verse 3]
seven girls, stuck them in the back (auh auh auh auh)
dead men don’t smoke on packets
i had k!lled his son the next day
seen us, gave him chocolates (bow)
know i found those tablets, big boy drac’ it
b+tch you lackin’ rifles (brr brr brr)
p+ssy boy i just stabbed him (ah)
bumped or switch, f+ck ’round, hear the x or 9kik (brr brr brr)
og tryna cap it, wanna feat, buns (come ‘ere)
yeah, better come with nothing
back in 9n my kicks
eatin’ d+ck man at home gettin’ real straightforward (bow, bow bow)
two guns, up i’m trippin’ (bi, two guns)
send the man, n+gga know where i’ve been at (brap)
opps watchin, if you want some smoke
p+ssy boy, better come to me (bow)
[outro]
hit ’em with that k but i had left him on the teece (stupid)
bk hop out, trippin’, hit the stick (it’s a bar)
yeah, better come complete. (ahhh)
we don’t, n+gga don’t, do no, bullsh+t
playin? what the f+ck is playin’
i never played as a child, n+gga (p+ssy)

- baby kia lyrics

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