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kringe - lows lyrics

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intro-

(wow)

(f-ck!)

you know what the f-ck going on! (random hype screaming)

verse 1-

life so tough, dad dap me up

sk in tha trunk, power in the back picking up the front

we could run it back, who i’m running from?

i ain’t dodge sh-t, never been the one

quiet little brown kid thinking sh-t sweet man you can take an air force one to the t–th

i don’t flash guns b-tch but i’m from the h where it’s legal i could really air it out and stay free

get to know me, f-ck a trophy

let me catch mill, straight up off the beats

i just wanna dip get rich come back with a stack and make sure the whole family eat

get 3 cribs 1 sell 1 rent 1 live

so i don’t ask n0body for sh-t

big boss moves, 1 deep troop

brothers on my back never lose

mindset turned go and get a back (uh) felt like the dude off the notre dame (uh)

tay like d-mn boy you mad tough how come you don’t act up f-ck it now i know i am (uh)

warehouse live i stomp out, 400 stay packed out
yea

ay

ya

ay

hook-

grimy little b-tch

we could run tha fist

why you gotta talk so much get hit

i could never switch, i just made a hit

gonna break bread make my sibling rich

heart so cold, ice man man sh-t

f-ck you and the whole team you came with

squad 6 deep, work no sleep

rap star sh-t little b-tch don’t sleep! (on me)

verse 2-

who gang who gang,i just know 2 things

n0body a true king, humble in your own zone

everybody lose things, everybody go through things

a hurt mans dangerous, it don’t matter if you famous

everybody got a stainless, cruel world sick world

clout make em hate u. money make me take u

(uh, yea)

can you turn it down a notch uh

how u make the venue knock uh

openers raging like headliners maybe we next and so maybe you not

uh

i did everything from dirt

knew n0body wait my turn on a curb

gained allot but lost allot on return

trust n0body only god that i serve

hook 2-

grimy little b-tch

we could run tha fist

why you gotta talk so much get hit

i could never switch, i just made a hit

gonna break bread make my sibling rich

heart so cold, ice man man sh-t

f-ck you and the whole team you came with

squad 6 deep, work no sleep

rap star sh-t little b-tch don’t sleep! (on me)

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