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kankan - summo lyrics

[verse 1: summrs]
pockets they be on sumo
lil n-gg- i already know
riding ’round smoking on dro
pulling up in a x4
i’m pulling they card like i’m playing uno
i’m jugging on them and she taking photos
i’m finna sign him [?] couple racks
couple racks i’ma make that sh-t back
stupid remarks get your lil -ss wacked
i’m in new york, where my n-gg-s at?
dumb -ss n-gg- done fumbled the pack
we taking his sh-t he ain’t getting back
just took a xan i ain’t going back
i’m the reason your favorite rapper mad
go, woah, woah, yeah

[verse 2]
pockets they be on sumo
lil n-gg- i already know
riding ’round with a .44
pressing lil n-gg-s like a d-mn remote
i got the keys, yeah, i got the code
and them drugs put me in my mode
i’m in a telsa riding on the highway
she gon do it my way
top engine, boy, you don’t wanna race
look at my [?] i just beat the case
i’m high as f-ck stuck like i’m in a vase
n-gg-s think it’s safe he ain’t even touch base
thirty clip, n-gg-, shoot a n-gg- in his face
d1 gang shoot a n-gg- in they face
it’s lil rino, b-tch, you gotta embrace
came up ’cause a n-gg- had fate
in just a day, guess what i made?
your hoe paycheck, that’s what i make
gucci belt on it and it got snakes
i’m driving the beam like it was a wraith

[verse 2: kankan]
hop in a coupe, bad b-tch that’s a two-door
cali gas and it got me on pluto
pockets fat and them b-tches on sumo
adding it up i was never in school though
she loving this hoe, yeah, boy, he a fool though
flexed up like a d-mn compet-tion
d1, send them boys on a mission
all that d-mn shooting that glock he ain’t missing
yeah, yeah, yeah, bltt
got his hoe in the kitchen like right now
you ain’t shooting that glock, boy, better pipe down
get to bussing that b-tch and now i’m out of sound
i’m in that [?] he got the pound
i get high, yeah, just like a f-cking fountain
look at my wrist, that b-tch like a f-cking fountain
his b-tch on my d-ck, she be bouncing
alto on the beat, this is bouncy
don’t do the beef, we get in houses
number (n)ine on my d-mn trousers
pop out the cut shoot the crowd up
helmut lang with the cloud bust’s
big body like a d-mn bus
she want to f-ck ’cause we clouted up

- kankan lyrics

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