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christ vs the devil - ken4ra lyrics lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i count paper
i count paper
i count paper
i count pape, lil b+tch, i count paper
i count paper

[verse]
i count pape
n+ggas all in my face
tryna ball, no 2k
don’t got no call or no ring
i be flawless all day, i drop the top on this wraith
all these stars in my face
i wasn’t born yesterday
i don’t care what you think, no, i don’t care ’bout who you is
don’t play with me, play with your kid
i’m tryna stack up on these [?]
i’m not new, i been on biz’, i just don’t care about no clout
n+gga tryna make a point i told that b+tch to “shut your mouth”
yeah, case closed, my big bro out
young was breaking in them house’s
hoes was sitting on the couch been looking {?]
look, i’m really from the north, know i done been ran off the post
real designer b+tch but i still found my way right back to [?]
[verse 2]
huh, i count pape
80+ball to your face
b+tch get taught, it’s okay
i can makе it her b+day
i can take down her lil baby
switch thе g out for the k
from the b out to the a
lil kb know what it take
i want [?]
i wrote lyrics but i’m gone now so i don’t know what to say
you [?]
push yo’ wig right back in place, i move this b+tch right out the way
i move o’s, i’m from the o but i don’t sell them sh+ts today
i’m reflecting on my past, i forget so i go fast
i’m like [?] way ahead, try to catch up to where i’m up
yall boys be p+ssy, know you cap
been stopped capping in my rap
you dissing first, i’m dissing back
took yo’ dumbass off the track since i can’t take you out this world
i sh+t on you when i get bored
i’m a master of my word
you get done up, no one [?]
told that b+tch come shake that fatty
act like you ain’t got no daddy
i’m real cute but i get caddy
no you cannot get no add
we pulling up, hoe, send the addy
six bad b+tches in this caddy
1600 on this jacket
16 two times, easy math, you stupid b+tch, your tryna add it
no, i do not talk to circles
you a good boy, know you nice, i give yo’ ass a purple nurple, ha
[outro]
i count pape, lil b+tch, i count pape
i don’t f+ck with the fake
what’s a rat to a snake?
what’s a snake to a stepper?
mine go up, you so a never
i’m gon’ win like everytime, this sh+t like christ versus the devil

- christ vs the devil lyrics

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