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homixide gang & ken carson - stunt lyrics

[intro]
8+808

[chorus: ken carson]
yeah, glock 4+5
sticks, and .9s
treat that boy like a pair of pants, he gon’ get hit with this iron
he was trippin’ ’bout that b+tch, i had my d+ck in her spine
i ain’t worried about no b+tch ’cause i know these b+tches ain’t mine
i got so many b+tches on my d+ck, i made them hoes form a line
so many hoes, i stopped trying to f+ck on these hoes
b+tch, i’m trying to count up that lo’
get rich without tryin’, boy, you can get smoked
hit a stain, then rock out my show
got your main b+tch off of that blow
i’m totin’ that k in a louis tote
[verse 1: ken carson & homixide beno!]
i’m totin’ that k in a louis coat
i catch me a m and i hop out the boat
he was talkin’, now his body float
i guess murder was all that she wrote
i’m over 18 and i ain’t never vote
but if i do, i’ma vote for myself
lil’ b+tch, it’s x+man for president, homixide on my right and my left
i got a lil’ b+tch, h+ll nah, she ain’t heaven+sent, this b+tch came straight from h+ll (what?)
i’m smokin’ this metro bloomin out the bags (fire)
i’m servin’ my opps, b+tch, i don’t need no scale (what?)
calm down, n+gga, there go 12 (what?)
there they come, they lights on, i’ma peel (what?)
’cause i’m already out on bond, b+tch, i can’t go back to jail
but sh+t, i might as well (what?)
f+ck that b+tch, leave her right there (what?), glock
.45 holdin’ on my belt (what?)
treat that b+tch like a book, she left right on the shelf (what?)
and my stick bigger than a elf (homixide)
i get money like elon musk (homixide), i pay your b+tch rent on the twelfth (what?)
yeah, me and my gang just hit saint laurent (what?)
everywhere i go, i got a blunt (what?)
everything i do is for real (what?), b+tch, i don’t be doin’ no stunts (what?)
i got a bad b+tch habit, i’m eatin’ lil’ shawty for lunch (what?)
told that b+tch i ain’t nothin’ like her daddy (what?), my b+tch get whatever she want (what?)
[verse 2: homixide beno!]
yeah, this choppa hold a ton (choppa hold a ton)
we spinnin’ them boys just for fun (homixide, homixide)
f+ckin’ this ho, she say i’m the one (what?)
just give me head, we could have some fun (homixide, homixide)
anywhere i go, i’ma bring my five (homixide, homixide)
gun on my side, so yo’ ass gon’ die (homixide, homixide)
put him on fire, homixide gang, ready to rock (homixide, homixide), gang
i switch up my car, catch you runnin’, b+tch (spin)
we backseat ridin’, watch you hop out and get ’em (spin)
5.56, red beam, go get him (homixide, homixide)
we smokin’ lil’ buddy, know yo’ mama gon’ miss him
gang took a trip to paris
givenchy my feet, now i’m wearin’ (homixide, homixide)
gang took a trip to paris
givenchy my feet, now i’m wearin’ (homixide, homixide)

[verse 3: homixide meechie]
vlone on my fit, hm
balenci’ my b+tch, hm
swap the timbs, i put my lady in ricks (homixide)
only the gang, yeah, we snottin’ opp friends (gang)
got bro in the trap, so he trap out the fence
twenty+five hundred for a oversized jacket
got racks in my jeans so my pants a lil’ baggy
twenty+five hundred for a oversized jacket
they said we was trippin’, had bl!cks out in paris
[chorus: ken carson]
yeah, glock 4+5
sticks, and .9s
treat that boy like a pair of pants, he gon’ get hit with this iron
he was trippin’ ’bout that b+tch, i had my d+ck in her spine
i ain’t worried about no b+tch ’cause i know these b+tches ain’t mine
i got so many b+tches on my d+ck, i made them hoes form a line
so many hoes, i stopped trying to f+ck on these hoes
b+tch, i’m trying to count up that lo’
get rich without tryin’, boy, you can get smoked
hit a stain, then rock out my show
got your main b+tch off of that blow
i’m totin’ that k in a louis tote

- homixide gang ken carson lyrics

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