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kage - back on it lyrics

[verse]
middle finger to the federal
she ate me up like a edible
send a f-ckboy to the medical
calling the shots like a general
switch up the spot, it’s too bait
this b-tch jarring like a toothache
young pyrex boy and he whips yay
got more lines than a book page
she see rubber bands on my wrist
“why you got those on your hands?”
sneak diss bro on your track, tell this punk pull up his pants
dip, splash, chest, back, someone call for a cab
get bagged and i don’t say cr-p
but if i get away, straight back to the cash
shot must’ve thinks he keeps belling me
pull up on opps what you telling me
nitty said he need some therapy
i’ll fix your problem like jeremy
f-cking a white b-tch, melanie
and she’s gonna bring her friend, that’s stephanie
g… g… g… gang sh-t, hotel suite, eating steak with a bad b-tch
dress code: mad ting. bands: elastic
can’t spend dough, get it back in
on the mains, ten toes, get it cracking
f-ck a friend, i want all of the addicts
pack, came in, smashed it
your b-tch, broski smashed it
don’t try him ’cause you know he’s on antics
run up in the sh-t, don’t do nothing drastic
“kage where the lean at?” “drank it”
one that chopped up the pack, now bank it
wrist, water, ship, sank it
wr… wr… wrap up the grub, no blanket
wrap up the grub, no present
i bought her molly, not a present
bought a .28, smoked a 7
bro got white like heaven
bro got white like helen
he ain’t a soldier, boy tell’em
he ain’t a soldier, boy tell’em
true religion, choice of denim
people telling me “don’t stop ’cause you’re sick”
b… b… bare calls on this nokia brick
i take the p-ss, but i think i’m the sh-t
i beat it up, she gave me l!cks
smoking on gas, got a farm
water wrist on my neck and my arm
she l!cked her lips and said “i like your charm”
if feds at the bando, ring off the alarm
you bought her drinks, i bought the car
but where am i going? back to your yard
styrofoam, no gl-ss
i used to lean in cl-ss
pour a 8, don’t buy out the bar
20 yard dash out the car
life’s a movie, play your part
four-figure shopping cart
been on my grind like bart
money on point like a dart
talking loads, b-tch, don’t start
she pop a pill and now she seeing stars
i might cause a tragedy, up in the magistrates’
like a fat boy, i be having weight
your b-tch is a skeezer, nits call me ‘geezer’
your b-tch wet like samarina
cash out, miyagi, bando teacher
feds can’t see me like cena
persil pack, dope cleaner
platinum blunt, amnesia
if i get a stain put the gang on it
f-ck the bullsh-t ‘cuh i’m back on it
f-ck the bullsh-t ‘cuh i’m back on it
somoney gang, yeah, we’re back on it

- kage lyrics

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