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kuniva - the waldorf lyrics

relaxed eatin’ good, top floor of the waldorf
my game’s tighter than pitbull pants
the wrong glance at my dogs‚ you will get your whole face gnawed off
chillin’ with yak‚ a nice robe‚ wit a broad
and like that, i’m over her like a slight cold that i fought off
when i’m trippin’, all expenses paid lysol to a light switch b-tch your click gets sprayed
i’m too d-mn much‚ my words h-t your pride like your girl looking you dead in the eyes telling you man up
so don’t be surprised stop playing in the streets when you see the ride coming down the block
no 2 hand touch beasty
we all p-wns in the game ak
when the game stop no matter what piece you are we go in the same box so
until it’s over my homie i’ll be the flyest
ima chill and just kick back harder than leonidas
we so scandalous you’re so talentless to your surprise
i’ve been rollin’ with no manager who go challenges himself to switch styles
voldo check my soul caliber
they saying rap is at an all-time low
they playin’ limbo with it, n-gg-s backs are touching the floor
but i’m like kimbo hitting known for letting all mine go
the big mac fresh out the box letting these small fires know (yeah)
my road dogs expose y’all, y’all so fraud
runyan ave. r block n-gg- we go hard
in the middle of war remain so calm
strapped with the hardware like socom
p-ssy and all types of colors d-mn (voltron)
i be k!lling n-gg-s daily on the mic though
used to try trap but i couldn’t get it right though
that’s why i suck at trying to rap like them
that’s like kodak and uzi vert tryin’’ to rap like slim
i ain’t hatin’‚ get your money and keep it moving
but if we talkin’ real n-gg- language i speak it fluent
n-gg- don’t cross me i’m h-lla c-cky get h-lla broccoli with feta
plus the cheddar b-tches sweat him they h-lla moxy
you gone end up shot trying to get this beretta off me
stars get bucked early while they yawning preparing coffee
i’m sp-wning royalty king jaffe lion head hanging over my shoulder
stealing the spotlight still but i’m seen hardly
my hands are dangerous they’re something like instrumental from dre known for nothing but slaps, hits, and bangers
look, this that jump off the roof flow
that chris partlow with the hammer snoop in the tool store
that thought process, that goodie that kujo
a known shooter, i’m loyal to shady, i’ve blown ruggers
i’ve stomped n-gg-s out in fights and left sore losers
from now on if n-gg-s disrespect me even slightly i’m a roof him
faster than a set of dice when i’m gambling and losing

- kuniva lyrics

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