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hamilton – kimbo slice lyrics

[intro]
if you wanna win this beef, you know you gotta drop big box on hamilton
pull up on pagan blocks, go bang on them – bang on them – bang on them
if you wanna win – if you wanna win
3 the as
i love chris rich
a way
bow

[hook]
if you wanna win this beef, you know you gotta drop big box on hamilton
pull up on pagan blocks, go bang on them
no hands on the wheel, i ain’t ramming them
stay with my knees and the window down, and the big dotty out, like i know they around
two rambos that’s a kimbo slice, plus two sticks, that’s a kimbo twice

[verse 1]
ay, box that ute on threeflow, the beating we gave — was light
compared to that 3rdset ute that was living on my wing, god knows his life weren’t nice
cook up my beef all spicy, courtesy of the curry and rice
used to pull up in a four-door fast ting, now i pull up in a two-door coupe
used to hop out the ride and blast it, now i aim down my sights and shoot
i can never get man-slaughter, straight m charge if i peel that ute
and i bet if i let got four, then you already know why we’re holding two
intent to endanger life, we got more t–th than a jagged edge knife
gun crime could never go down, now that i’m back on the roads, are you smoking spice?
f-ck the 10th november, copped two twin 12 gauges like i’m banging on the 12th of december
sending shots on insta, but they’re p-ssed if i back this sender
one ute got flagged as a (?), got x’d out the camp like -rs-ne wenger
i’m the one boring b-tches, facts, that the opps don’t have no gender
lemme juss check my agenda
trap mash, and get wealth, my anti corn is bad for your health
we stuff dum-dums in reflex sh-lls
man know its unlimited corn, and it wasn’t a fluke that it fits my hammers
would switched off —, if it weren’t for the cctv cameras
back then it was a (?) , sill finna do damage if i slap this habad on the pagan block
my incomes buju n rocks
my profit margins boom when (?) are my youngest trappers
they’re tryna bang on gangers, rappers, hit the booth n make bangers
trappers hit the trap n make rackers
now look at me, doing all three n you know where my stack is
now look at me, doing all three n you know where my stack is

- hamilton lyrics

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