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kasinova the don – don’t come my way lyrics

you know these n-ggas out here talking that sh-t
driving around them fly whips like these n-ggas ain’t hungry out here
gotta get ready for the drum
k-prince
black 8
woo!

[verse 1]
you know a p-ssy n-gga never scared to pack a pistol (uh!)
the shake he had will let it rip, you pray them bullets miss you (uh!)
n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t like they be going hard (going hard!)
until that n-gga raise the sand and pull that last card (uh!)
shots fired, now a body being dropped (uh)
talkin’ greasy out the mouth, when the homie told him stop
now his momma crying out his name, calling for the cops
but i see this every week, that’s how they do it on the block
lord!
protect me from my enemies, they playing dirty (woo!)
homie died at 23, ain’t never seen thirty (uh!)
had a dream of pushing whips and taking crazy trips (woo!)
and when it came to women, kept us praying for a b-tch (yeah!)
flexing on these haters, know he bossed up (bossed up!)
if he had yo chick she getting tossed up (tossed up!)
had it young and going hard on some pac sh-t (pac sh-t!)
never thought another n-gga’d come and lock sh-t (rraa!)

[hook]
see you run away, n-gga trying to flex (they tryna..)
knowing that my youngin’s gonna wet ya (they gonna, they gonna wet..)
ridin’ in i go, put ’em under pressure (press!)
now you living dead on the stretch (we livin’ dead on..!)
don’t you come my way, n-ggas wanna flex (woo!)
knowing that my youngin’s wanna check (they wanna, they wanna check!)
don’t you come my way, n-ggas wanna flex (flex!)
knowin’ that my youngin’s wanna check (they wanna check, like woo!)

[verse 2]
i guess intoxication only make your nuts bigger (ah!)
seen an average man turned into a straight k!ller (uh!)
shot his homie in the chest, he should have wore a vest (ah!)
left forensics on the scene, cleaning up the mess (woo!)
you know i’ve seen a lot of violence in my lifetime (lifetime!)
that type of sh-t would drive a brother out his right mind (uh!)
kept the deuce deuce tucked in my black boots
never scared to pull it, knowing that i’m going to shoot (ah!)
punk fakes, we’ll leave you stiff on a cold plate (plate)
he letting off the rounds, sounding like an 808
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
a bunch of hungry kids coming for a piece of cake (uh!)

[verse 3]
they say they want him dead, with prices on his head (on his head!)
he pray to god like every night that he won’t meet the feds (uh!)
30 pounds a day, sh-t and when you lay (woo!)
knowing that my youngings vicious when they let it spray (rrrah!)
n-ggas throwing shots quicker than the quarterbacks (aw yeah!)
sn-tching babies out they crib, he gotta get his daughter back (daughter back!)
retaliation, put his realest n-ggas on the map (buck, buck!)
plus a n-gga hit the studio and put it all on wax! (rrah!)

- kasinova the don lyrics

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