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kyraxx - haunting freestyle lyrics

[intro]
i’m finna blow
i’m finna blow, yeah

[hook]
yeah you got a lot to lose and trust me i know
yeah i got a lot to prove and i’m finna expose all you n-ggas
i’m sick of you faking and act like we cool bro
i’m not no fool hoe
i stay with the tool hoe
like i’m finna dig sh-t
not here for that b-tch sh-t

[verse 1]
i’m trynna get rich (stacks)
you n-ggas some counterfeit
just like ya money
smiles in my face, i know it’s all laughs
but this sh-t ain’t funny
that’s on mommy
put shots in ya tummy
just like some tums
got scope on the drums
you n-ggas some bums; bumbity bums
nick cannon i stay with with drum
cause i gotta kit for her kat
light skin but this d-ck game is black
she loving all that
when i graduated i only wore a gown
cause i never cap
if i catch you lacking you know that’s a wrap
i’m a gift to these b-tches they eat me like snacks
i run it up for the racks
cause i like my b-tches in stacks (stacks)
she bring a friend for the patch (for real)
off a xan, they relaxed (woo)
cause i like em patient (i do)
i’m d-cking her down like i’m the drilling the pavement
her friend ride it out, while they get to debating
’bout who do it better, but i am not saying
back to the topic, you n-ggas ain’t saying much
scope is as long as 2 ropes
hope you can double dutch

[hook]
heard got a lot to lose
and trust me we know
yeah i got a lot to prove and i’m finna expose all you n-ggas
i’m sick of you faking and act like we cool
i’m not no fool
i stay with the tool
like i’m finna dig
i might hit ya bittie

[verse 2]
pop out in ya city
you know that we litty (lit)
pop shots out the roof and she showing her t-tties
then she l!cky l!cky (l!ck)
i’m leaving her sticky
like her name was vicky
i’m slaatin on folks
just like imma ghost
this sh-t could scary
i’m whippin that pot up (whip it up)
but don’t call me harry
you n-ggas still doing the most and not even doing the most (n-ggas be doing the most)
you n-ggas still making a toast, we burn that sh-t down to the roach
ya k!lly gon’ buss after you
i gave him a hunnit for show; no tell
i buss her down at the hotel
i get the work for wholesale

[verse 3]
stay trappin no lacking; we stay with the mike ‘n ike
and we finna slide tonight
ya mama gon cry tonight
cause you finna (hmm); you finna lay
my n-gga still whip the white
and we finna pop a pipe (pipe)
and i’m finna lay
she like when i spray it out and i’m finna air it out (wul on)
and i know ganstas y’all act (act)
i’m with the men we in black (black)
and none of them n-ggas don’t lack (lack)
you know that i’m off the facts (facts)
i’m finna catch it, then chop it then mix
cause i’m from the 876
where all the dawgs with the sh-ts
pop shots when we lit
my helper keep a stick (stick)
and she get the moppin that b-tch (moppin that)
hope you n-ggas don’t slip
keep it tucked like a nip
b00bs shots for ya bi’
b00bs shots for ya bittie
yeah i’m litty in ya city
yeah yeah yeah;
popping off poppin off
i really might pop it off
yeah yeah yeah

- kyraxx lyrics

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