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jide-kun - the boondocks freestyle lyrics

[intro]
i’m an ignorant, long d+ck, skinny mothaf+cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b+tch a fed: under covers

[skit]

[hook]
i’m an ignorant, long d+ck, skinny mothaf+cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b+tch a fed: under covers
these n+ggas wylin’, i’m above it
these b+tches childish: donald glover
money keep piling, on my mother
she broke my heart, i’ll find another

[verse 1]
walk with limp; pockets is heavy
i might get you hit; n+gga don’t tempt me
i step in this b+tch wearing giuseppes
she tryna kick it; girl you too messi
my new b+tch bad, boujee, and petty
i run with the sauce and i’m adding spaghetti
one eye on the fetti; i’m sipping that remy
i’d k!ll all these n+ggas but mama won’t let me
ah yeah… her body imported
ice on the gang, we might just get deported
hitting my line, you can tell she annoy me
i would ask for head, but she’d just disappoint me
aim at ya brain, n+gga i’m zooted
blood on my shirt with some bits of medulla
my right hand is honest: he a straight shooter
my left hand a k!ller: he just gon do ya
trying them angles, this ain’t bermuda
see all the cappin you do on computers
my chain a freezer, neck got cooler
drag on the b+lls lil baby, i’m boolin’
ah yeah… peons and peasants
battling demons and fighting depression
time that wasted on b+tches with flexing
i f+cked up some commas then f+cked up my credit
ah yeah… n+gga i said it
give me a chance; give me some credit
b+tch there’s a burglary all in ya edges
you 4/20 friendly with 7/11

[hook]
i’m an ignorant, long d+ck, skinny mothaf+cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b+tch a fed: under covers
these n+ggas wylin’, i’m above it
these b+tches childish: donald glover
money keep piling, on my mother
she broke my heart, i’ll find another

[verse 2]
step out your body you finna get bodied
there ain’t no chance i won’t catch a homi
you want no problems
i keep dread+headed n+ggas in the lobby
so who gonna stop me
these b+tches is plastic for paper: you copy?
her titties were perky but she off the molly
nigerian arrogance, n+gga i’m c+cky
locked up my wrist, so my wrist looking rocky
she leaving make+up all up on my t+shirt
in a 2 seater, my shawty got shotty
you spilling d’usse all up on my sneakers
careful my n+gga, b+tch don’t tell me sorry
if you a pretty boy, we playing carti
if you a city girl, we playing cardi
she hit my line and she asking for d+ck
she hit your line just to ask for the party

[hook]
i’m an ignorant, long d+ck, skinny mothaf+cka
she asking for titles; i gotta dub her
my new b+tch a fed: under covers
these n+ggas wylin’, i’m above it
these b+tches childish: donald glover
money keep piling, on my mother
she broke my heart, i’ll find another
(x2)

- jide kun lyrics

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