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kilo-g - tired of being fucked with lyrics

[verse 1]
they wonder why, bitty-bye bye, i do the sh-t i do, cause these m-th-f-ckers always try to fade a fool
they make me ‘blocka blocka’ to all my enemies, you know straight hit the flizzo (floor), hoe you gots to gizzo (go)
cause ain’t no way you can run, when i spit peels from my m-th-f-cking steel, and ain’t no way you can run, when i start
to feel that i gots to k!ll

[hook]
you see i’m tired of being f-cked with my n-gga, gotta do my sh-t make sure it hit, gotta do my sh-t make sure it f-ckin’
hit, and fools never think imma k!ller, til i start strapping up my sh-t, til a n-gga start popping in them f-cking clizzips (clips)

[verse 2]
chillin’ in the cut with my pistol packin’ b-tch, bumping that m-th-f-ckin’ pimp daddy sh-t, a n-gga keep a fat-sack of rock of yale
gimme the sell, gimme the mail, so i can get paid swizz-el (swell) we-zell (well), and i was steady servin’ mine on the block, some n-gga
rolled up on me try to hit for what i got, he said “b-tch don’t flinch, or i’m dumpin’ one false move and imma break yo money hungry
-ss off something.” i didn’t breathe, cause i knew him and he knew me, tried to get my grip, but he was crazy for that ice and a g
cause vengeance is a m-th-f-cka, and i ain’t gon quit til’ i get a bl–dy murder, strapped up my sh-t, me and my b-tch, all on or lonely
went to the crib and got my clips, because its on g, as my hoe was steady drivin’, i’m thinking, drinking, smoking, hoping i leave him
stanking in a ditch-a, because he b-tched up, now he gotta tossed up and buck, (?) he dont know whats up…

[hook]

[verse 3]
this n-gga was tripping, was telling my b-tch but i ain’t bout it, she loading the clip up to handle that business and be out it, we get up
and nut up, to do the sh-t that we came to do, jumped out the ride and started busting at they whole crew, cause ain’t no way you can run, like
i told ya, when them cross a cut off soldier, warrior caught the busta twice in the area, of the chest guess he didn’t plan to pack a vest

[hook]

[outro]
and get to the damage, as i manage, to blow ya brains out quicker than a candle….(biatch!) as i dismantle, your brains…
see ain’t no way you can run, from a n-gga with the gun(x4) blocka blocka to all my enemies….

- kilo g lyrics

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