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groovy g – katana lyrics

[verse]:
my d-ck looks like katana and she did hara-kiri like ninja
bandana on face ’cause i’m so pretty like d-mn
bust down that hoe, strangle her with the chains
i got scars on my neck ‘cause these vvs swingin’
i get the guap make it rain
cut off my neck, poison spill out my veins
she wanna f-ck me i think she forgot she’s my sister
she gonna taste that she love the incest like a twister
cops tryna watch me, but they saw middle finger
i done f-ck this b-tch up, i feel like a winner
i’m slidin’ through the lines and i’m pours up that sauce
they try to rappin’ with the d-cks in their mouths
these rappers spilled their sauce and they must drown
that b-tch gimme top now i’ll never go down
i just pulled up on your block and took your loot like baby tape
that b-tch eats my d-ck like burger, while i’m flexin’ like a face

[bridge]:
f-ck these hatin’ -sses
we gon’ hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up
hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up
hit ‘em up with katana, hit ‘em up with katana

[hook]:
katana with me, i got 30 round choppa on me
i got the guap on me
how many ninjas with me gon’ hit these goons with the sticks?
and i hopped out the fast whip gon’ get some more from this shit
i am not from triad, n-gg-, but i got the chopsticks
katana with me, i got 30 round choppa on me
i got the guap on me
how many ninjas with me gon’ hit these goons with the sticks?
and i hopped out the fast whip gon’ get some more from this shit
i am not from triad, n-gg-, but i got the chopsticks

[verse]:
f-ck her she squirting i get the seasick
vvs on my teeth shining lookin’ like bleached
pulled up with the stick cause i’m catch you on snitchin’
n-gg-s don’t hang with you ‘cause you live to lick
f-ckboy, you know what i mean
run up on me and get hit with the stick
prometh in my piss, yeah i’m sippin’ on lean
i got the princess i call her kitana
hit her in the back, scheming like cilentano
i’m not from chicago, r.i.p. santana
but i’m on the backseat like gorilla with loaded banana
i dropped few pills in my fanta
and i hopped out whip no phantom
i bought your b-tch for little ransom
she gimme top in drop to top now i can hit the charts
slide out like b-tter from the gutter now i pulled up on the stars
hit your b-tch up in the kitchen, higher than a mars
used to catch your n-gg-s snitchin’ they don’t have a b-lls

[bridge]:
f-ck these hatin’ -sses
we gon’ hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up
hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up
hit ‘em up with katana, hit ‘em up with katana

- groovy g lyrics

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