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kj – no hook lyrics

[intro]
they say don’t go crazy, but i’m finna go crazy

[verse]
imma blow just like a whistle, that designer ain’t official
when b-tches hit my line they favourite line “j i miss you”
i can’t count up on you hoes but i can count up on my rows
when i hit designer stores tear it down like wrecking ball
when i’m up these people call, when i’m down no ones around
i can’t wait till i start touring state to state and town to town
imma ? and a blower, ill rob you or ill smoke ya
-ss down face up f-ck her face then nut all over
i don’t trust hoes so its f-ck b-tches
know some g-y hoes that’ll f-ck n-ggas and these hoes i don’t love cause a lotta n-ggas that f-ck wit em plus these hoes be wit the opps, them thots known for ? they d-ck jumping skipper look
man these hoes play thot scotch but f-ck a b-tch im getting bands, own babba do the money dance
so if they try to rob me then you’ll be sorry cause next step is in the ambulance
running man you won’t doubt the clip couple shots and make a ? flip
i know dumb n-ggas wit a dumb trigger with a dumb shaa to do the dumbest sh-t
i’m out here and i’m posted
d money just hopin that he see an opp so he can pop the glock and pop his top right open
ride through yo block and the black guys with 30 shots is over
dumb boy slumped over
it’s a murder scene all over
i’m in the rain with h-lla range
30 on me stephen curry but say em thangs like a stain but b-tch don’t tweek this 3 2 on me try to take my chain i ? boy i ain’t no lame i get the blowing
shoot a n-gga broad day now the police looking fo me
i get outtie like an audi zoom zoom then i speed off
acapella on that trigger his pulse went (beep) his beat went off
i get the drip for my walk so drip drip b-tch when i walk
b-tches wanna be together we can f-ck but we can’t talk
it ain’t my fault don’t trust you b-tches, it’s ya’ll fault you b-tches sneaky
different hoes different clothes everyday changes like seasons
shoot a n-gga have him limp. glock 17 oh scottie pippen
b-tch don’t try me ? you’ll be missing out the picture
i get groovy with these groupies every night i make a movie
all type of toolies, big -ss clips make a ? in this movie
wait cut he f-cked up shoot him up like cuz do drugs
hit the club i like that b-tch, n-ggas b-tches show me love
got h-lla bands up in my pants so these give me hugs
she put her hands up in my pants give that b-tch a dirty look b-tch like go off of my row
before i smack you with this pole
you can’t get none of my money i know your type you just won’t go
b-tch im smoking on that skunk and relations i don’t want it
i’m married to these bands but i spend like i don’t want it
these n-ggas acting funny that’s why i keep it on me
shoot a n-gga where he stands these yellow sh-lls like macaroni

[outro]
bow bow bow bow bow

- kj lyrics

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