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kid maleek - king lil jay#oo diss "fuck yo clout" lyrics

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[intro]
where my sh-t at?
im finna murder this n-ggaaa
let’s get it

maleek b-tch you don’t know me
you gon’ make me go back to my old me
p-ssy n-gga you owe me (500)!
talk sh-t like you og
n-gga you safe when you don’t speak
you prolly the police n-gga
lets get it

maleek b-tch
stay strapped with the nina pop
500 got the city hot
eastside you can catch me on any block
f-ck a .30 we be posted with the 50 shot
middle finger to a city cop
f-ck 12 we be in the spot
n-ggas claim they insane but they flip flop
n-gga f-ck you f-ck your clout and yo diddy bop
you actin hard when you really not
n-gga you a 7-4 boy you need to stop
say team no lackin’ when you get caught
so how the f-ck is you a shooter when you get shot?

think about it
[ill’ wait]
real sh-t
anybody can get it with this full clip
man this n-gga soft like cool whip
you a b-tch i can see it in yo blueprint
n-gga you is a mouthaf-ckin goofy
got yo fans believing you was gonna shoot me
p-ssy n-gga you a glo gang groupie
shoutout otf ,n-gga r.i.p nuski
maleek b-tch with the sh-t yeah i’m too [?]
over [?] 2 seats
n-ggas saying getting money could you fool me?
ima make yo -ss wish you never new me
p-ssed off like [?] f-ck a [?]
lonnie g in the back with the uzi
im a short n-gga but don’t push me
need the b-tch tall so i can climb up to the p-ssy
n-gga you don’t want beef with the crew b
n-gga think this sh-t sweet but it’s gucci
stay strapped but a n-gga got hands
either way you gettin hit with a 2 piece

but you ain’t on sh-t b-tch from a inch away you couldn’t see me n-gga
talk about you insane n-gga you a bd throwing up gd n-gga
i’m putting n-ggas on blast boy
i swear to god i’m on yo -ss boy
chief keef made you famous n-gga and you still ain’t gettin no cash boy
f-ck double o lil hoe n-gga
f-ck around and get smoked
b-tch i got a .40 went around solo
n-gga run up on me that’s nono

taking my sh-t thinking i was gonna go
you done f-cked up boy put that on 4
money and stay strapped with the .44
[?] if you ain’t know
let you know
double o
you a hoe
b-tch

i understand how you fooling people i wonder why
cause growing up in the hood you can’t be afraid to die
when n-ggas shooting at yo homies from the other side
brag about it when he died from a homicide
for your homie you want your n-ggas down to ride
you want to murder the n-gga that made his momma cry
but n-ggas dying everyday you should be glorified
you talk sh-t on these tracks like you wanna die
lil n-ggas think you hard but you finna shy
you say you tough in the streets b-tch so am i
maleek b-tch a real n-gga never told a lie
yo fan got a .380 its the .45
and if you see me in the hood it ain’t no surprise
catch me on the eastside hangin with the guys

if i see you on the block better duck n dive
if i see you with some [?] i can let it slide
im a real street n-gga better recognise
glock 40 1 shot leave you paralyzed
when i shoot better run like a exercise
if [?] on the block n-ggas terrified

f-ck a snitch n-gga i can never testify
i give no f-ck bout a b-tch [?]
sneak diss? lemme clarify
f-ck lil jay i say it every time
say it every day
watchu mean dummy
.380 for the p-ssy n-gga stealin from me
neva had a n-gga gunnin’ for me
n-ggas running from me
thinks its funny
have them diddy boppin’
hoppin’ like a bunny

.40 glock semi shots tucked in my tummy
so im runnin’ n get to shooting out the dune buggy
if its cold have the block hot like its sunny
rich n-ggas don’t steal you ain’t getting money

- kid maleek lyrics

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