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kidkone2001 – talk about it lyrics

talk about it
but don’t do it
got that stick
but you won’t pull it
rubber bands up in my stomach
got me stretching to the fullest
you got shooters
got no bullets
i got a target
my soul my soul
i gotta market my store
my stove
i gotta market my

man up if you don’t want this
trigger upon my skull b-tch
demons all on my grove
i got a feeling
im giving away
i gotta get it
my momma today
stop all the thinking
i need a new brain
all of my teachers
they called me insane
f-ck all the talking you talking too much

i got a target
i got a target
i got a target
my soul my soul x 5

shooting blank
no 2 30
007 run up he get dirty
i got no feelings
i need me a 30
its triple 7 until i get murdered
im wearing all of the sh-t you ain’t heard of
money like red light
look like turtle
i get my bands right
you just a stan might
run up and hands
like tyson im van dyk-
sonic go boom i’m
leaving the room
absurd if you want it i’m counting to two
jump out the tomb
i’m waking my neighbours
they wondering who dat
animal
screw him
p-ssyo pull up
you know where i stay
say you got shooters like you in l.a
dharmarat hooda
you f-cking disgrace
you cannot k!ll me
i’m never gon die

im a broke mother f-cker
i ain’t buying you sh-t
b-tch i’m really from the dirt and
you can tell where i live
i just make my f-cking music
im just trying to flip
tell me fake it till you make it
but i’m dying to live

- kidkone2001 lyrics

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