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kotadagreatt – i lyrics

[verse]
uh
uh, you old, this a iphone, we don’t do beepers
p+ssy n+gga run up, leaving him dead
feel like cracking a egg ‘cause it’s almost easter
chew the perc, then put the x in a liter
he capped on his feet, he gon’ die when i see him
ain’t taking no photos but crop and+
ain’t taking no photos but crop and delete em’

uh
black lil n+gga, but i hung ‘round the white kids
i was like twelve selling katy to the white b+tch
dean lil racist ass tried to get me out of there
year of probation sounded like a life sentence
they couldn’t do nothing ‘cause i ain’t have sh+t on me
b+tch, stop rapping ‘cause you ain’t got sh+t on me
can’t find you, we get yo’ little or big homie
he think he a young thug, like he with rich homie
mm, nope
you n+ggas broke as f+ck, man, stop that sh+t
i ain’t got time for this, she keep bugging and tweaking on me, man i’m finna block this b+tch
had to tell a lil b+tch “nah this ain’t that, and b+tch that ain’t this”
don’t call me if yo’ n+gga black yo sh+t
f+ck you think i’m a hero, a captain, b+tch?

f+cked that b+tch n0body knew ‘bout it
feeling like scotty, lil b+tch getting too hottie
if i don’t know you, lil b+tch, i don’t do kindness
popped that lil n+gga, now what y’all gon’ do ‘bout it?
p+ssy n+gga think it’s a game like 2k, but it’s a sk and you die by it
know who did that sh+t and ain’t slide ‘bout it
play with the gang, give his soul to god, kindly

- kotadagreatt lyrics

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