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kenny capone - oota talk (rgrmix) lyrics

[intro]
free chunky b, n+gga
free nazzy, you heard?
free sdot go, n+gga, free 5ive
no more free kapp, n+gga
no more free sg
he said, n+gga

[verse]
like, where i begin?
spin, i’ma go for the win
if i don’t got the knock then i’m checkin’ his chin (baow)
peep game, i’m just checkin’ the clip
make everything count, i just shoot ’til it cl!ck
hol’ on, this ain’t no regular tin
out on my doley, i don’t need a friend (gang)
free jb, mr. back out the duffel (grrah)
i don’t got it, i’m usin’ my knuckles
bloodline of gangsters, it come from my uncle
she thinkin’ i’m cupid, i don’t wanna cuddle
bullets make him dance, now he doin’ a shuffle (grrah)
since a jit, i was ready to rumble
if you reach you in trouble, the .9 in thе buckle (gang)
forty+eight him or rock him like russеll, n+gga (bow, bow)
k+kc not a regular n+gga
i ain’t makin’ no regular figures (grrah)
givin’ her d+ck and then extra for dinner
no, bae, these ain’t no regular denims
here’s a message on how to maneuver (gang)
if he second guessin’ then bro not a shooter (bow, bow)
dolo trip, bring the glock or the ruler
let your clip for the movies, it’s not for a blooper (grrah, grrah)
and it’s still free the sweepers (hol’ on)
come home, we gon’ sell out arenas (baow)
pull up the mask, i’ma turn into cena
.40 gon’ turn brodie brain [?]
b+rose home, lil’ n+gga, what happened?
free g, mr. get him a basket (grrah)
free muzzy, was causin’ the madness (gang)
free boogie, mr. make it tragic, n+gga (bow, bow)
first tote was a classic revolver
on my dolo, was spinnin’ through harlem
upgrade to a .9, i really solved the problem
if i got it, you got it, n+ggas never starvin’ (boom)
call me deadshot, b+tch, i’m a marksman
kc finna get ’em, bet not be a target
n+gga a dummy, think i’m just a artist
off the twenty, i’m bussin’, higher than a martian (baow, baow)
you know what they say if she rockin’ a choker
don’t get mad over b+tches and die off emotion (suck my d+ck)
thinkin’ sh+t sweet ’cause i’m laughin’ and trollin’
it won’t be a laugh when i turn into joker
(you know what they say if she rockin’ a choker)
don’t get mad over b+tches and die off emotion
(thinkin’ sh+t sweet ’cause i’m laughin’ and trollin’
it won’t be a laugh when i turn into joker)
[outro]
bow, bow
like, hol’ on, f+ck the opps, n+gga
you know the vibes, n+gga
like, like, free the f+ckin’ sweepers, n+gga
like, like, grrah, gpg

- kenny capone lyrics

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