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kalan.frfr - part 2 lyrics

[intro]
you thought we wasn’t gon‘ do another one
aye, aye, aye, aye
look
arjay on the beat

[verse]
part 2, if you a smart dude, you ain’t gon‘ beef with us
it ain’t sh-t to get your people touched
i ain’t dropped all summer, i gotta heat it up
h-llcat’n on the plug, left him in the dust
i ain’t need no cosign, i got it out the mud
if your doggie ain’t gon‘ up it, he a f-ckin’ scrub
all these b-tches on my d-ck, who gon‘ eat it up
man this rhino got me stuck, can’t even f-ckin’ nut
lil [?] n-gg- we ain’t homies, get your b-tch f-cked
let a n-gg- trip, we got more k’s than the klu-klux
2 cups, this ain’t lemonade, get your juice up
pocket full of [?], all franklins, get your blues up
who more up than us, who gon‘ f-ck with us
f-ck that jag truck, pull that bentley up
n-gg-s had to sign a deal to ride foreign
been had strips, all that scam sh-t got boring
[?]
tooda got the choppa, n-gg- think he dex osama
n-gg-s know we dropping sh-t, so when they see us
they get bug eyed, and b-tch n-gg-s wanna freeze up
b-tches know we popping sh-t, so when they see us
they get bug eyed, they wanna eat that meat up, yeah
hoes be real nasty on twitter, then they freeze up
tried to break that b-tch back, f-cked my knee up
shut the f-ck up, if you ain’t got a hunnid bands n-gg-
if your deal ain’t seven figures, you a fan n-gg-
when it comes down to it, it’s ‘bout the bands n-gg-
do my dance n-gg-, with my nine in my pants n-gg-
and your boyfriend mad, he can’t get in, he acting tough again
we gon‘ let off a whole hunnid shots before he bust again
them n-gg-s ain’t got no rubber bands, so we don’t f-ck with ‘em
quick to slap a n-gg-, b-tch go get your brother and ‘em
and arjay thought i was gon‘ sing again
i heard these n-gg-s out here telling like it’s cnn
b-tch i’m ‘bout to cop a mansion, off this cpn
spin the block, put him on his period, he bleed again
n-gg-s asking about for real, we finna see again
all in your b-tch phone, yeah it’s me again
gave your t-ti her groove back, she twenty three again
same n-gg-, he gon‘ get robbed tryna preach again
she hot n ready, you know kelly tryna eat again
he said if that b-tch fifteen, then i’m fifteen again
this one for the opps, we finna put ‘em on a tee or sumn
f-ck his baby momma, buy that b-tch a weave or sumthin

- kalan frfr lyrics

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