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k slick - fully loaded lyrics

yo its k-slick,
reppin k-9 clique
gotta fully loaded clip
n-gg-s play my sh-t (x2)

they told me since i was a kid i was a crook,
gun in your ribs i’m getting’ em took,
i ain’t tellin’ no fibs check in the book’
these industry n-gg-s i’m getting them shook.
like lil wayne got a d-ck in his mouth that’s why they call him lil weezy,
sniper pointed at his dreads i wont miss my aims greezy.
and drake might start to cry when he figures out i got him,
i’ll bury you alive dig yourself out you can start that from the bottom,
i aint chillin i aint stoppin’ always down to get it poppin’
if nicki minaj wanna join she can take a ride on this c-ckpit.
she a stupid hoe a stupid hoe i’ll blast you off to jupiter,
i thought you was bad till i heard the cd by future bro,
he sold his soul to lucifer, there’s no way that he’s famous,
i’m just being honest you music is -n-s.
for the dumb for the brainless you d-mn right i’m p-ssed off,
when i gotta sit here & listen to lies by officer rick ross.
if these n-gg-s won’t hold you back, maybe these n-gg-s should hold your
snacks,
and you won’t be so f-ckin fat, and kahled hop off your sack.
if meek mill won’t shut up, i’ll rob him the f-ck up,
give me that rollie and that aston or i’m blastin’ buck buck.
tell trinidad james i’ll sn-tch his gold chains off his neck,
since he’s the worst rapper alive, i won’t aim for his chest
i would stick asap, but i’m afraid of what i would find,
maybe a bunch of booty shorts to go over one of those tights.
maybe 2chains got a skirt that he left over at your house,
maybe asap for was there and he left over one of his blouse.
y’all n-gg-s must be high and stupid like khalifa.
i ain’t never seen a n-gg- b-tch made as august alsina.
and that’s real sh-t dawg i really do mean it,
most yall dudes out here softer than lady gaga’s p-n-s
put the gas pedal to the floor i run over sage i said so,
100 rounds through his body have him shaking like a red nose.
and kanye i can’t front i kind of like college dropout,
but since then from your mouth only garbage has dropped out.
and you think that you god but you married to a wh-r-,
and you must have stds if you f-cked that b-tch raw.
at your funeral i’ll play the h-rn and i’ll call that good music,
then i’ll beat up a little sean or on my let my hood do it.
that’s -ss -ss -ss how you even write that on your paper?
-ss times 32 to call you wacks an understatement
who’s worse yall wale or justin bieber?
well at least bieber crying over selena.
and miley that stick figure she must be a dreamer,
if you think you shook something, na k-slick just leave her.
but she was twerking i looked on my d-ck like she ain’t even move it,
tell rocco he dropped two alb-ms and we ain’t even know it
oh bow wow he raps? then i’ll show him how to do it,
they asked bird man if he was signed and he ain’t even know it
i’ll put a price on tygas head if he think he f-cking with me,
i keep shooters on retainer spending racks in my city,
open up soulja boy bet he straight p-ssy pink,
i send shots his way make him bleed kids ink.
if j cole’s a born sinner tell me one body you got,
tell me one house you robbed that’s right homie you soft.
don’t step a foot on my porch i will empty when i draw,
oh you let nas down you wanna cry a lil more?
maybe jay-z could pay me to let y’all live,
i’ll still rob yall n-gg-s, count how many sh-ts i give.

yo its k-slick,
reppin k-9 clique
gotta fully loaded clip
n-gg-s play my sh-t (x2)

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