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kxng crooked - bonus 3 (drop it for the culture) lyrics

[intro]
all praises due
god is good, am i right? yeah
we gettin’ to that scratch though

[chorus]
if i’m in my ragtop i’ma drop it for the culture
if lil mama bad she gon’ drop it for the culture
if you need you some game i can drop it for the culture
if slaughterhouse ain’t coming out, drop it for the culture

pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got scratch
pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got
pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got scratch
mix master, jam master, grandmaster funkmaster [flex on these haters]

[verse 1]
this is for my factors in the streets
this the boss gospel time to practice what we preach
feeling like a dj ’cause the scratch is in my reach
keep a bad coming ’cause i’m active on these beats
smoking on a black jamison was in my bottle
i was in the hood just trying to flip a monte carlo
now that kxng is on i’m bringing everybody i know
loyalty is royalty the motherf-cking motto
i don’t have a single second for haters that’s on my granny
put that on her grave it’s the paper before the panties
man we went from section 8 to eight sections up in the grammy’s
but i’m only here for fun man them f-ckers don’t understand me
still i gotta keep a bad cleopatra up in the cadillac
thirty on the rollie three ? just like a battle rap
gotta keep these phony d-ck riders out of my habitat
out here trying to ride the next wave like: “where the saddle at?”

pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got scratch
pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got
pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got scratch
mix master, jam master, grandmaster funkmaster [flex on these haters]

[bridge]
c.o.b. ’till i die
this is c.o.b. ssutt ssutt two times
told the whole team we’d make it in due time
shouts to uncle luke ’cause my crew is too live
i don’t give a f-ck, it’s c.o.b. ’till i die
c.o.b. ’till i die
this is c.o.b. ssutt ssutt two times
told the whole team we’d make it in due time
shouts to uncle luke ’cause my crew is too live

[verse 2]
rap game is ours, we only here for the jux
you rap n-gg-s whack, we only here for your hooks
you strippers might be smart, we only here for your looks
they love a bad boy, they only here for the crooks
i’ma put her under the wing ’till baby is living comfortably
first let’s start a company then you can think of f-ckin’ me
tired of them tired -ss n-gg-s thats when they run to me
easy as stealing candy from a baby i call that sucker free

pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got scratch
pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got
pocket full of paper my n-gg-s we got scratch
mix master, jam master, grandmaster funkmaster [flex on these haters]

- kxng crooked lyrics

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