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kts von - thanksgiving lyrics

[intro]
i go dumb
f+ck these n+ggas talmbout
l’z
hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

lsg, kts f+ck with ebc
ptc, ctg, you know what it be
lbc, all my n+ggas they be clappin’ heat
and if he lackin’ k!ll his ass, ain’t no lackin’ bs
these f+ck n+ggas ain’t with it, i ride ’round with choppas
he love that lil thotty, she just give me toppa
real proper, like she was taught lessons
i’m l’z up in this b+tch, i’ma die till my blessings, i’m gone
these lame n+ggas don’t want that
lil smoke, call my phone, over a hoe is he on that, be for real though
still though got the new banger, be still hoe, shoutout my n+gga lil g
on [?] that white blow
hah
p+ssy n+gga that’s a low blow
yo hoe
[?] dollars, f+ck around with them kutthroats
she chillin’, i’m drillin’, i’m all in her throat
say shawty doin’ d+cks cause we smokin’ dope
i’m always off mollies or some other sh+t
if i can’t get you ’cause you hidin’, catch your brother b+tch
this sh+t is really real on this east side
these n+ggas over [?] throwin’ peace signs
rip the fazo, he a f+ck n+gga
rip the roc, you get touched n+gga
and f+ck that n+gga los, you a f+cking joke
got caught lackin’ now he hung with no f+cking rope
b+tch i’m real, ain’t no actin’ homie
they wanna murder me, cause i ain’t actin’ homie
b+tch i’m from the [?] from the murder [?]
these n+ggas wanna murder cause i’m murder [?]
l’z up to my real hittas
shoutout bd, he a real n+gga
shouts out brodie, i won’t say his name
they swim through [?] that big ass [?] leave his brain [?]
f+cking with them kutthroats, you gon’ leave sh+t
leave the vest for your face, on some real sh+t
my n+ggas, we don’t really f+cking play around
grab the eight, all in his face he layin’ down
that’s a man down, that’s some terrortown
now he famous like marty, all on the ground
f+ck boys, better move around
i’m east side, you know where i’m found/from
[outro]
yeah, ain’t no lackin’ man
n+ggas ain’t with the sh+ts
we makin’ moves out here man
f+ck your dead homies
shouts out to the dead opps b+tch ahahah
l’z, east
f+ck with me man, i’m full as h+ll this thanksgiving
chillin’ with nino man
you feel me, makin’ moves it ain’t sh+t
die five, kts, 1120 sh+t

- kts von lyrics

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