kentashxn the millionaire - shxtblxw lyrics
[intro]
yeah
freshduzit
yeah
huh, huh, huh
[chorus]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police, ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shottas
i be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shoutout to kingston, i keep me some rastas
[verse 1]
my n-ggas trappin’ out the bando, shoutout to the migos
if a n-gga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
the trap always open, b-tch, we ain’t never closed
we movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos
step one, step two, do my dance in this b-tch
got a hunnid some’ drums like a band in this b-tch
mane she keep on b-tchin’, all that naggin’ and sh-t
hoe shut the f-ck up and jus’ gag on this d-ck
i’m a side n-gga, and i love when she swallow
if a n-gga say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
that glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
flexin’ on these b-tches, they call me johnny bravo
school of hard knocks, let me take you to cl-ss
my b-tch is real skinny but she got a lot of -ss
i love counting money, i get a lot of cash
if you try to take it from me, his toe gon’ have a tag
[chorus]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police, ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shottas
i be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shoutout to kingston, i keep me some rastas
[verse 2]
all up in the party, you know we keep them carbons
bring a n-gga chills like i work at baskin-robbins
i love batman, but a young n-gga robbin’
firework show, ’cause my n-ggas get to sparklin’
i’m a hothead, i’ll crash any second
he speakin’ on who? send his b-tch -ss to heaven
extended clips, when we tote them mac-11’s
my n-ggas they be crippin’, they be screamin’ out them 7’s
why you investigating me? ’cause i don’t know a thing
and i’ma always keep a solid, i ain’t never sang
you know i’m shotta fam, always gotta rep the gang
he kept on dissin’ so a n-gga had to sn-tch his brain
[outro]
had to sn-tch his brain (had to sn-tch that n-gga brain)
i had to sn-tch his brain (had to sn-tch that n-gga brain)
i had to make it rain (make that mothaf-cka’ rain)
r. kelly, let that f-ckin’ choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
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