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kid trunks – not legal lyrics

[intro]
drippy drip, drippy drip, drippy drip
ayy, ya dig (b-tch)
ayy, ma n-gg- k!ll sh-t in the cut (b-tch)
gang, gang, gang, gang
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[verse 1: kid trunks]
the only reason i let you live because you sorry alive
and if i see you in my city, make sure you come check in twice
i can’t remember why these people always believe the lie
but i’m the greatest asian rapper ever to be alive
and if you disagree just dig a hole, lay down, and go die
i’m gon’ be rich and all my n-gg-s’ gon’ have on suit and ties
and if you talk down the ting gon’ bring the heat, then let’s go and fight
you is so stupid p-ssy boy you do not care ’bout your life

[chorus: kid trunks]
okay, i f-ck her and leave her
i wanted a threesome
that b-tch wasn’t legal
but i am not legal
she wanted a feature
but i had to teach her
to suck it and squeeze it
that b-tch is bulimic
okay, i f-ck her and leave her
i wanted a threesome
that b-tch wasn’t legal
but i am not legal
she wanted a feature
so i had to teach her
to suck it and squeeze it
that b-tch is bulimic

[verse 2: warhol.ss]
ooh, undercover with the rick
and ya aunty in the dirt
zipper, she grab on my d-ck
my d-ck’ll back up and park
30-round came with a drum for real
i cannot kid or stunt for real
percocet, popping these mollies and pill
roll down, rollie, i don’t rock no grill
ap, get chills
eight feet, get spilled
six feet, quick k!ll
wrist, check on me like a doc
f-ckin’ that hoe and her mama
cookin’ up just like betty crocker
puttin’ n-gg-s in the trash, trash bag
these n-gg-s be stealin’ swag, swag, swag
came [?] for the cat, cat, cat
in the margiela i sag, sag, sag
hoe you be tat, tat, tat, ooh
let the mac blast
blowin’ the gas bag
[?]
‘rari, it ride fast

[chorus: kid trunks]
okay, i f-ck her and leave her
i wanted a threesome
that b-tch wasn’t legal
but i am not legal
she wanted a feature
so i had to teach her
to suck it and squeeze it
that b-tch is bulimic

[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
i am a predator, just like hyena
yo b-tch off the loud like we just smoked some speakers
i think that i’m hot, like i just caught a fever
so i keep a liter of lean in the freezer
how does she back it up, she must have a reverse camera, from alabama
it was your mama, then i met your auntie out in atlanta
she hit the folks on my d-ck for a fanta
no, i’m dirty dan!
i’m rich and degenerate
f-ck you if that flag you got is confederate
i let yo’ b-tch f-ck if she pay ya’ settlement

[chorus: kid trunks]
okay, i f-ck her and leave her
i wanted a threesome
that b-tch wasn’t legal
but i am not legal
she wanted a feature
but i had to teach her
to suck it and squeeze it
that b-tch is bulimic
i f-ck her and leave her
i wanted a threesome
that b-tch wasn’t legal
but i am not legal
she wanted a feature
so i had to teach her
to suck it and squeeze it
that b-tch is bulimic

[verse 4: a$ap ant]
babygirl, look at the kicks
gucci, don’t step on my kicks
sippin’ codeine like i’m sick
cream soda the lean that i mix
n-gg-s be dissin’ they no
n-gg-s they really be urkels
grippin’ the chopper i hurt you
i don’t need no squares in my circle
f-ckin’ that b-tch from the back, ooh
diamonds they froze, i feel cool
sippin the purple oven, ooh
b-tch she lookin’, she’s h-lla cute
[?]
bob the builder, i stay with the tool
if you beef, you’re gonna lose
f-ckin’ your b-tch, i don’t mean to be rude
gettin’ the money, i spend it on prada
gettin’ the money, i spend it on gucci
if you can’t beat me you better salute me

- kid trunks lyrics

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