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lil bern - kansas city lyrics

lil’ bern:
it’s lil’ bern up in this mothaf-cka
d-loc the gill god
kansas city all day baby
you know how we do
yo

verse 1:
see i’m just tryna make it so i strategize
be the best i can be and stay real inside
and til’ i die, misery, pain, remain in these thangs of change
and it’s weak or sold back they come with fortunate fame
still i’m the same, (balds?) start this lonely road
i’ve been through a lot, that’s why my heart turned cold
it’s a struggle just to stay alive, (if eat my sons?)
cause every breath i take could be my motherf-ckin’ last one
i’m still addicted to life with a fast pace
in this club with a top, it’s like i’m runnin’ in a race
in the size of a (sweater?) i’ma deceive her
make you a believer, i’m a motherf-ckin’ le-roy
i’m motivated to make my records sale
i’m a prisoner to this gang and i’m living where but i shall prevail
making money so custom
it’s gilla city motherf-cker watch me rush ’em
and then i bust ’em

chorus:
it don’t matter where i go
in these streets are on the road
gilla city’s all i know
gotta rap my city
take a look into my eyes
rap my city til’ i die
second paper all my crime
this is kansas city

d-loc:
it’s gilla city in this mothaf-cka
we the best in this b-tch
we the realest to ever do it
we killin’ you n-gg-s

verse 2:
murder mothaf-cka, murder mothaf-cka, murder mothaf-cka prolly gilla city
n-gg- i’ma get ya
repeatedly committedly comin’ in repeatedly come in commit repeatedly
murder my mothaf-cka i’m givin you broccoli you gotta be gettin’ your mind
for thinkin’ that you f-ckin’ with me
it ain’t no my b thinkin’ that i kill and you will and milli cause i’m a
billy, gilla city takin’ over the heat
with a semi-automatic for this takin’ bullet never this is why’d ya get
dressed
we know we put it in plastic
hatin’ for the brother trouble then blast it
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-s
still, i’m a motherf-ckin’ whom again
burn up in your house, then i make it for the trap, cause then i ran your
mouth, i’m a motherf-ckin’ fool
with the ugly buggy w-ll–s tryna hate up on me, for the real, rich and
bury n-gg-s mac out the wind tho
hit a p-ssy n-gg- with the foe, livin’ n-gg- on the flow, d-mn throw a
n-gg- hand out the window
if a n-gg- trippin’, if a n-gg- flippin’, if a n-gg- dippin’ then the gilla
city n-gg- i’ma get ya
every day n-gg- on the block when the n-gg-s get popped
fully get split like swishes
bust in the puncture of spinnin’ now get off
you fluke rappers up on the marking to get up
kansas city g for calling to kick off
the kansas city g i’m call of the (kickos?)
start of this sh-t, starting this sh-t, d-loc the vulture i’m one of the
hardest to spit
larger than ’em, larger than ’em, like every d-mnin’ b-tch, i’m harder to
get

- lil bern lyrics

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