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king.kid - my shit lyrics

(verse 1)
all we ever do is walk in the place and go stupid
the b+tch stupid amazed, she look up and ask where the roof is
if you ain’t getting money, get off ya ass, get to moving
gap between us when i spit, these hard bars might leave you toothless
when it’s all over, mine will be the best, i’m glad to prove it
i can lose it, like a n+gga mind who try me like i’m stupid
have the porsche assist me get the cookie from b+tches choosing
insert a bar about empire, make it rhyme with lucius
i could do it, but i’m better than these other n+ggas too, predictable
is not the move, predict the bull they giving you
but i’m the truth, my 30 for the green and loot like pauly shooting
at the buzzer, down by two, and pierced a three right through the hoop
boy i’m clutch, i’m popping too, i’m riding dirty in the coupe
my b+tch or boo prepared to shoot, and her attitude aloof
i got sauce, cause ain’t nun sweet, m+th+f+ck the juice
in the end, give in and take back the same b+tch i took from you

(chorus)
check the pimp limp, watch the sauce drip
business is business, if ion know you, you getting skimped
ima count till i got ink all on my thumbprint
ima throw all of the singles if she gon’ strip
now pop that p+ssy for a real n+gga b+tch
now get to twerking on a real n+gga d+ck
now pop that p+ssy for a real n+gga b+tch
now get to twerking on a real n+gga d+ck
(verse 2)
if two is company, then three becomes a party
i ain’t sorry if you bore me and i kick you out the party
b+tch i’m hardly thinking, drinking, if lee hard, then get to freaking
we ain’t speaking past the weekend, i just want you for the evening
don’t be grieving when i leave, i’m always at the do’ like deacons
it’s essential to me breathing, ion love you, ion need to
hit the trail and blaze a blunt, my eyes on al+farouq aminu
boy, i’m faded, i can’t see you, and i wouldn’t wanna be you
if i could, and the ones that used to diss me, wanna be friends, but na, i’m good
cause now i look like money but my haters see a juug
i won’t stop till all my n+ggas balling and then i’m good
if she wanna ball, she better learn to bounce on hardwood
weed connoisseur, stank like manure, smell it i’m my pores
greatest for sure, fresh like a corpse
lit like torch, her hair like a horse
the best bundles b+tches got outta me was a four for four

- king kid lyrics

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