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kog devo - krazy lyrics

[intro: kog devo]
they say what don’t k!ll you makes you stronger
and sometimes ya past haunts ya
don’t let it k!ll you in the process
i tell them know that devo got this

[verse 1: kog devo]
cameras flashing
b-tches asking where you been at
devin spazzing
i’m getting checks because i’m rapping baby don’t you panic
just tell that b-tch that he gone see his daddy
i’m wishing for that foreign car i’ll settle for that caddy
my n-gg- push that ice
so many n-gg-s lost they life i had to sacrifice
they told me get it right
while mama gone i hit the corner every day and night
so i can get me some money to get my girl some ice
oh now she splashing on me
i love my baby and my money so i’m never lonely
and r.i.p to my twins you know i keep them on me
you know it hurt daddy heart i got that call from tony
he told me keep yo head
dev i know you fed up
but just do it for yo daughters
so n-gg- i been harder than i ever been
no i ain’t showing no sympathy
know i gotta win
funny how n-gg-s be changing when devo start a trend
you know i’m cold with the styling but better with the pen
n-gg-s jacked me for my change i’m talking many men
but now i got a .40 on me and some benjamins
i’m never lacking pray to god i don’t commit a sin
and i say if i go to h-ll i’m screaming f-ck it then

[verse 2: kog devo]
2 chains on my neck like i’m t-ty boi
old hoes i went to school with saying get it boy
don’t let this choppa hit ya head it just might split it boy
and if yo hoe up on my line i might just hit it boy
trapoholic so r-t-rded don’t know what to call it
see i got caught up in the house my n-gg- f-ck a closet
you gotta problem
i gotta feeling i gotta spark it
load it then c-ck it point at ya brain got stains on the carpet
then grab ya women d-ck in her stomach wet like a faucet
she yellin “slay me in front the baby” (devo stop talkin)
man f-ck that n-gg- i f-cked his lady and sent her walkin
then seen her n-gg- mean muggin boy you really stalkin
clean up ya act and maybe b-tches wouldn’t cheat on you
i used to struggle gettin one but now i’m keepin two
you think i’m lyin ask my b-tches they gone speak the truth
i call my homie lil tony see what he gone do
tony montana be loading that hammer and blasting the blammer
shooting on stage don’t give a f-ck bout a camera
we so unorganized lil n-gg- what the f-ck is a planner
my ex be hittin up my phone that lil b-tch know i can’t stand her
she so annoying but i guess she doesn’t know why i canned her
b-tch from east atlanta
pour a four in the fanta
buy a pint if you got gualla give a f-ck bout a minor
f-ck ya ma and ya nana
smoking sweet tropicana
light the spliffy up and chief it might just f-ck up my grammar
ayy

- kog devo lyrics

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