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kay9 (from south africa, evaton north) - yonkers (freestyle) lyrics

okay yeah, red gang, yeah

i’m a f-cking talking hater cop
n-ggas eating cherries cause that motherf-cken cake flopped
steve jobs on that pastry, now we eating apple pies
stacking dead bodies, what a motherf-ck’ show off
where the heck w-lly at? ’bout to make his b-tch take her shirt off
my d-ck is c-ck, and i’m about to make that p-ssy pop
red gang, i can make your h-ll-rock
i just f-cked lucifer, i swore he said i must stop
i’m a dog! with no ticks, but they talk
now ’em b-tches want time, i told them tick-tock
n-ggas claim to be from school of hard knocks
but they got soft hearts
i ain’t scared of karma cause the b-tch’s my daughter
if i could f-ck the world, i would have a moon condom!
n-gga, i don’t lose, failure is just seldom
b-tch you gon’ need a motherf-cken wheelchair to walk my long walk to freedom
angels called and they said i should call them angles
but this ain’t a math test, so i degree’d em, no i decreased em
you work for slaves and you know how to please em
i speak louder than actions, r.i.p to words
succession, got em 7’s and it’s double a to nerds
shout tova, nbs and 265
it ain’t over, like a ps and hustle 365

red gang
yeah

- kay9 from south africa evaton north lyrics

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