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jnel kidd - mr.softee lyrics

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(hook)
when i pull up on a n-gga put the pistol to his lip
knock him out run his pockets do the dash in the whip
ima take his grandma and you know she suckin d-ck
ima rob that n-gga for all his sh-t(x2)

(verse 1)
i’m the talk of the town
b-tches they see me they all spin round
i paint her face like that b-tch is a clown
f-ck her and dip ain’t no time for the lounge
(aye)

ain’t no time for the chill man
she swerving and leaning like she off the pill man
get a beat and i k!ll man
she sucking and jacking my d-ck like she jill man

n-ggas they probably
think this is a hobby
i swear this sh-t is a job

see ya b-tch is a thottie
she all on my body
she suck the tip of my c-ck

she suck the tippity tippity
swear that lil b-tch is so jittery
adhd i’m so fidgety
we fight a lot so we bickery

(hook)
when i pull up on a n-gga put the pistol to his lip
knock him out run his pockets do the dash in the whip
ima take his grandma and you know she suckin d-ck
ima rob that n-gga for all his sh-t(x2)

(verse 2)
pull up i’m saucing i’m dripping in fashion
ya b-tch come thru cause she know that i’m rapping
she suck my d-ck and she doing the action
nut in her mouth and lean back cause i’m laughing

ain’t no time for the chill man
she swerving and leaning like she off the pill man
get a beat and i k!ll man
she sucking and jacking my d-ck like she jill man

broke boy
you ain’t got no racks
talking hot sh-t but you ain’t selling no packs

no noise
you n-ggas be -ss
don’t got no fire on none of ya tracks

don’t deal with the devil that n-gga be schemin
you n-ggas be pebbles but claim you a demon
i swear to god you n-ggas be dreamin
ya b-tch on my webbos that thottie be feenin

- jnel kidd lyrics

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