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kankan – amg c63 lyrics

[verse]
that n+gga mad than a b+tch ’cause he thought i wasn’t making it
that n+gga don’t get money, h+ll nah, he be faking it
hop in the trackhawk, swerve
all these b+tches they group with they birds
where they got red, b+tch i know my worth
that boy he broke and he biting, he hurt
we make him famous, put him on a shirt
we make him famous, turn him to some merch
play with the gang, leave him in the dirt
n+gga just boot off x, then i leave earth
we get that money and clean it, yeah, just like detergent
my b+tch, she bad, know she hitting them angles
i’m in a demon, i’m high like an angel
i f+ck this ho, got her lookin’ my name up
i’m with some k!llers, lil’ n+gga, they nameless
reach for a chain, n+gga, they leave you faceless
glocks giving facelifts
no, b+tch can’t stay here
i turn an i8 right to a sp+ceship
we put a hole in his head like a crater
yeah, he too old, yeah, that boy outdated
yeah, stayed down, i waited
now i’m rich as h+ll, i made it
we put a hole in his head now he in the pavement
(hole in his head now he in the pavement)
he wanna feat’, send a payment
n+gga, we ducking arraignments
high as h+ll, ducking indictments
he don’t get money, he—
all of these hoes be lying
all of these hoes, they trifling
all these hoes be—
hold on, all of my hoes, they dimes
bad b+tch know i gotta b+tch, she still tryna eat me up
i’m in a c63, yeah, with that heater tucked
bad b+tch all on my d+ck and she wanna eat me up
all my b+tches be slime, yeah
she know that her n+gga lame
hop in that amg gle c63, n+gga, we drop that bread
hop in that amg gle c63, n+gga, we sippin’ drank
n+gga don’t play with me, we got the sticks like abc’s, n+gga, okay

- kankan lyrics

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