kankan – aey lyrics
[intro]
(this is a yp exclu+clusive)
(energy made this one)
[?] mix this sh+t up
like codeine right now, look
[?], look
[verse]
my n+gga just caught a opp
and he say he finna k!ll him
n+ggas love flexin’ they stars
but we know that it’s a rental
[?] drum with a glock
it sound like instrumental
and yeah, n+gga is runnin’ his mouth too much
so he got hit in his temple
ridin’ ’round la with big body
and with a mac
every time i check my phone
a new n+gga get whacked
i just made like ten racks
count it up, in a track
amg get to bustin’, yeah
he runnin’ like he in track
my n+ggas love fast cars
so you know they in them track’s
what n+gga? or them ‘cats n+gga?
wait hold on, wait
and them scats n+gga?
and i’m in that lamborghin’
put ’em on my back n+gga
and i swear to god
i don’t really f+ck with these rap n+ggas
caught him by surprise
now that n+gga in the atmosphere
my b+tch ass so fat, and so round
like a d+mn sphere
yo’ ho finna eat the whole gang n+gga
show her how she get here
this ho gettin’ on my nerves
i swear she need jesus
i pour like six lines up
in a d+mn one liter
i just made like six racks, sippin’ drop
n+gga i got fever
[?] just scored some wock’
he finna put it in the freezer
that ho, she give good head
but i swear that she a keeper
my n+gga [?]
that n+gga, he the reaper
aye, my white n+gga, he keep cash
and he up like some jesus
i can’t do nun’ for this ho
i swear to god that she need jesus
twin glocks on me, run up like that ho
but my name [?]
jozizzy, he just scored some drank
and it got me cheesin’
pour up wock’ in pineapple fanta
sh+t look like the lakers
that pint that you sippin’ on
ain’t sh+t, boy you crazy
how the f+ck, you ain’t got no racks?
swear these n+ggas, they lazy
that my white ho, she do coke
would’ve thought this was the 80’s
and my white ho
kickin’ sh+t with my new ho, she asian
me and terry in them coupes
on the freeway, speed racin’
free lil’ will, that’s my n+gga, yeah
he incarcerated
hit yo’ whip, with them bullets n+gga
this sh+t can get crazy
it’s a switch, on the glock n+gga
yeah, sh+t is crazy
and yo’ ho, throwin’ [?] on d+ck
that ho so out rated
n+ggas lame, tryna steal some swag
boy, you so outdated
in a track’, bro he got a ‘cat
yeah, we finna race ’em
and her n+gga think i’m the sh+t
feel like i’m overrated
got the drop, from yo’ ho n+gga
this sh+t sound crazy
in the o, with my lil’ n+gga
and we smokin’ [?]
i f+cked yo’ ho, and you know n+gga
[?]
[?], all my hoes
i’ma give them hoes babies
all my locals, they some hoes
and they really think i made it
all my n+ggas know they role
now our house real sp+cious
n+gga, we was on the road
left his face on the pavement
i switch hoes just like clothes
i swear this sh+t feel amazin’
and my n+ggas ran off on the plug
i think he was jamaican
and my n+gga yeah, he move the [?]
like boy, what you makin’
and my n+gga he just move the dog food
and some cat
you ain’t suckin’ d+ck, b+tch
then you gotta scat
i’m in la eatin’ lobster n+gga
hundred dollar plates
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