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kool a.d. - tiradera lyrics

okay, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
what about racks on racks on racks?
or what about what about, what about
uh, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, lou’, pet
what about [?] doubiago, bruh, your boy [?]
okay, amethyst, amethyst
i do damages, damages, damages
don’t need no -n-lyst, -n-lyst, -n-lyst
don’t need no manager, manager, manager
dawg, i’m an animal, animal, animal
eat up a rapper, your man is a cannibal
hannibal lec-, [?] fleck, [?] correct, man i’m a vet
hand on the tec
runnin’ the land with my set
hand on the neck of the devil
we chokin’ him out
smokin’ him out
ain’t even jokin’ around
ain’t sh-t funny man?
make this money, man
even on the money, h-lla [?], man
you know i stay around it like a rubber band
plus, you know you’re broke, bro, so gutter man
dang, flow so b-tter mayne
know no other mayne that could ever slide through
sherry with the xan like i been doin’
blowin’ out kush, that’s hindu
been cuban since day one
never forget that, 9/11
they shootin’ at your boy like i’m john lennon
in the coup, you’re the toy pennant, lime, lemon
get loose, your boy up in fine linen
i stay kissin’ on the cooch of a fine woman
hoopin’ man like taj gibson
kids, they blessed with the raw vision
throwin’ out junkfood bars like throwaways
if you wanna buy just go away
grow so vivid with it
flow so kickalicious
go so frickin’ vicious
you know how i’m livin’ bidit[?]
siznerp and glizznin, and fizniditch
kids [?] done been [?]
hip hop and you don’t stop
f-ck the cops, i get no props
hoe, stop
i’m a show stopper
full stop
i go proper
hoe, guap, i’m a [?] monster
[?] italiana, [?] soul pasta
go, red, green, throw rasta
hold breath see me show it off a bit bar mayne
it’s a exhibition, a hard game, got extra vision, you ain’t hard, mayne
you h-lla sissy
pull your f-ckin’ card, mayne, if you mess wit me
yo, harder than a motherf-ckin’ yard mayne
come test a n-gga
i’m a hard dog, you a vespa, b-tch
i go “rah, rah,” like wrestlin’
cut out the smog, dawg, like tesla did
to the jaw, god, let the left one hit
two-piece with the slaw god and the best biscuit
flexin’ ’em, i’m a warlock
hexin’ ’em
smoke ya’ll like corn cob
pause, god
you a dork, brah
you know i motherf-ckin’ eat these motherf-ckin’ rappers with a fork, brah
but i don’t eat pork, brah
champagne for me real friends
pop the cork off
real pain for my sham friends
i’m a rorschach
look into my eyes, tell me what it is you see

- kool a d lyrics

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