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konrad oldmoney - problem kids lyrics

mama ouchea trippin, gotta make it out this bull shhh dope all in my sock, im trynna make it double too quick if you trynna talk, it should be money
no excuses
trilluminati, luminati
im the lumens
ridin on the wider body no fatties
hyper focus on the paper
no addies
line my styrofoam wit the red
movin real sl!ck, gettin sly on the feds man
oh, they dont want it no
they dont wanna go
tell em all back back
you dont wanna see me close got a few back packs
all depending on the dope prada gucci fendi d+mn like we both got matching clothes
uh
k!llas move in silence
ridin like a hybrid
pull up like a birthday
and hit em wit surprises
you gon need first aid and medical supplies boy… …knock yo ass back
to a different time void

what you lookin at
tell me what you lookin at i be cookin up
eastside where i do it at what yo prollem is
tell me what yo prollem is trust me…you dont want it
with the problem kids x2
young gon get him some
hunns no set of ones
come up, never down
drugs gone keep me up
run some chedda like string cheese goin to the money? then bring me long beach, juice city
im gypsy
so grimy but my fit hit six g’z
ridin so they see me im flyer than a crip sattelite high
im higher than a blimp
big money, eat italian wit the shrimp thin chicks, big hips, all baddies gimme lip
misfit, hits big time
knock it out the park
yo chick hits the line
and slides in after dark, uh feds wanna get at me celebs wanna get at me im the plug, like e lectricity
i go numb off 3 oz
kiddin me?
i need 3 mo, before its hittin me
chorus:
what you lookin at
tell me what you lookin at i be cookin up
eastside where i do it at what yo prollem is
tell me what yo prollem is trust me…you dont want it with the problem kids

- konrad oldmoney lyrics

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