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krillz - christmas freestyle (six figures) lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, i made 6 figures, this year
you think i care what they say in the comments?
i’m outdoing my old school peers
they pree from a distance pocket watching, hm
he don’t want no smoke but if it comes to it
aye bro
back out the iron and c+ck it
put him in a dutch like holland
now they’re gonna say he was a good kid
well he should’ve stuck to ball like robben
and not gone looking around for problems
yo, chocolate one she bad
we’re going uptown, we ain’t window shopping
no, she ain’t like none of you gyal
i’m keeping her round ’cause i like me a boss b+tch
so like nsg i’ve got options
i need 2m’s like nemzzz
i lied
times that by five
’cause you know that a man needs 10
i don’t even try and i’m still that guy
i don’t even flex and they’re all impressed
say what you want but touch one of mine
we’ll jump in a ride tryna find you gems (tryna find you gems)
[verse 2]
i can’t get mad when you give verbal
’cause i know you’re a b+tch, must be on your reds
i know i’ma blow like i’m virgil
so why would i jump in the line, i’m next
like everyone’s real ’til they gotta be real
most man are gonna fail when put to the test
that’s why i’ve got a tight circle
they get back same day like cl!ck and collect
if all men are the same (hm)
why ain’t your man got money? (why?)
he ain’t got one rack to his name
i can’t relate to the f+cking dummy (nope)
he can’t talk bout princess treatment
when he’s got you looking all bummy
i can’t take you shard, not even
you think i’m a d+ckhead i find that funny
why would i put trust in a hoe
she’s only here in case i blow like propane (word)
i know if the kid went broke (haha)
she woulda gone missing, amelia monet
i ain’t the type to sell my soul
for money and fame i won’t change (never)
they’re bad on the internet not live in the flesh
they’re doing up roleplay
don’t get it twisted, cause i’m margs
try me and you’ll see that i dont play
don’t try run up, you won’t get far
’cause you’ll see the light like cocaine
like american football she got passed around
you still wanna cuff her? okay..
do me a favour and tell your marj
she’s got a simp for a son like oj

- krillz lyrics

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