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kiingrod - got got lyrics

[intro: sada baby]
ayo, hold up
is that kid a deal?

[verse 1: kiingrod]
i’m just riding for the cause and i’ma leave it where i stand
i ain’t never do no chasing, b+tch you better get a stand
never changing on my n+ggas, couple change hit the stand
if i ever got got, then it had to be my mans
hungry for that cheese, you gotta have the upper hand
lil’ da real, you get crossed for them bands
all these nights with no sleep, i be livin’ in my dream
with the good and the bad, you don’t get no in between
i don’t wanna hit so please get up on your knees
what i spent up on these shoes i coulda payed the car lease
if i’m getting high please don’t come and bother me
you don’t know about the crest, better look up little thieves
if i only had one chance i’d bet it all on me
if i slip without a hand they gon’ put me on a tee
i been trying trust my mans, but i been peeping everything
it only takes one leech and they can f+ck up everything
tryna stack my money, tryna put it where i win
i know we went through hard times but it was worth it at the end
hard to tell what’s real so i gotta keep my business
i gotta stay close ’cause they stay up in my business
[verse 2: sada baby]
b+tch
you can’t even get near me i don’t know you
hm, walk up on me, bet hoe you
try and touch me, had ronny poke you
try to rush me, head real smoky
p+ssy boy mind your business
don’t worry ’bout why i don’t like no n+ggas
need to worry ’bout why you can’t find your b+tch
she ain’t got to worry ’bout why i ain’t got no feelings
every dog has his day
all our traps got some yay
all my brothers down the way
all my rifles, six choppas, all aks
watch your mans, he got a lot of snakish ways
all he care about is chips, ain’t no lays
give a f+ck ’bout friendship, trying to get paid
i suggest you call a n+gga, shoot the fade
i suggest you set him up, get him played
nah, we don’t condone none of that triple crossing
nah, just pull up on him then get him offed
nah, hop out then get him tossed
yeah, show them lil’ n+ggas you a boss
show them boys what the police gotta do with chalk
left his ass on the ground ’cause of how he talked
every n+gga with him like “f+ck he thought”

- kiingrod lyrics

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