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kedela - occupation lyrics

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
tie ’em+tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f+ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em+put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot
tie ’em+tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f+ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em+put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

[verse 1: koopsta knicca]
well, i’m fresh up outta jail with no job, so i steal and rob
creepin’ through them parks and runnin’ them b+tches up out them boulevards
this that type of sh+t that’ll make you cl!ck to get your ass in
well, what you want, playеr? what you want, player?
b+tch, them motherf+ckin’ dividеnds
i’m that n+gga to envy with that d+mn devil in me
koopsta’s buckin’ these b+tches down, leavin’ they motherf+ckin’ pockets empty
that’s what i did and now i got a f+ckin’ bl++dy glock
from makin’ these n+ggas lay drop yourself takin’ these b+tches off to my stash pot
and when i step, d+mn fool, best to watch yourself
’cause walkin’ with that koopsta knicca’s bad for your f+ckin’ health
ho, i would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar
and if i do you, it’s a murder, murder, murder, murders

[verse 2: koopsta knicca]
5+0’s on my d+ck, now tell me, b+tch, what am i supposed to do?
some trick must’ve snitched about that koopsta knicca robbin’ fools
i never break a sweat in the presence of a motherf+ckin’ redneck
a high speed chase is in effect, wrapped a scarf around my d+mn dreads
inside the mind of a motherf+ckin’ lunatic
leavin’ trizzicks headless, it’s pathetic to try to f+ck with this
that’s why i make them hits and call this sh+t a n+gga knock
b+tch, don’t let this be your stash pot
[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp]
tie ’em+tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f+ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em+put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot
tie ’em+tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f+ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em+put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

[verse 3: koopsta knicca]
stolen chevy, ballin’ in with the .450 in this motherf+ckin’ b+tch
plus i’m layin’ down n+ggas, 5+0 b+tches they can’t f+ck with this
turned the corner thinkin’ “i’m gonna lay these tricks in a body bag”
and could this be the end of the koopsta knicca in a ski mask?
ask me if i’m dracula, i’ll tell you this time i’m f+cked up
victims of my f+ckin’ stang got a trunk filled up with the mega bust
he lies on my f+ckin’ side, shakin’, paranoid and sh+t
so i just put an end to that +gunshot+ scary b+tch
stockpile’s at his side, plus i’m ruthless by my d+mn self
plus hangin’ with that koopsta knicca’s bad for your f+ckin’ health
gettin’ up outta my haul, k!llin’, stealin’, this is pimp sh+t
really ’bout my business, trick, droppin’ n+ggas off at my stash pot, b+tch

[outro: koopsta knicca]
5+0’s on my d+ck, now tell me, b+tch, what am i supposed to do?
some trick must’ve snitched about that koopsta knicca robbin’ fools
i never break a sweat in the presence of a motherf+ckin’ redneck
a high speed chase is in effect, wrapped a scarf around my d+mn dreads

- kedela lyrics

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