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lil ginger - 1+1 lyrics

verse 1: lil ginger
that’s me on the track
comin’, run it right back
yellin’ “kayyo came back”
make you have a heart attack
snipers snipin’ at yo door
back in 1994
i’m the modern day snipers
you’re the rat, i’m the piper
blast blast blast blast
at ya runnin’ through my hood
bags bags bags bags
out in f-ckin’ hollywood
run it back back back
like a quarter back back
flip heads, then tails
give my quarter back back
back back
that verse was pretty fast
don’t f-ck with the clout
less you wanna hear the blast
don’t you dare f-ck with me
or i’ll put you on blast
you ain’t future, you’re the past
i’m the future, yes the last
i ain’t been here too long
but i’m already the best
when they hear the fire playlist
they think “who is kanye west?”
i’m a motherf-ckin’ kingpin
you hittas is the pillow
shoes sharp i call em kingman
my house look like a zillow
if you wanna f-ckin’ know
how tha motherf-ck it goes
go and ask ya f-ckin’ hoe
she’ll say how it f-ckin’ go
first left, then right
we up all night
it’s a roll of the dice
she do a whatever i like
god d-mn d-mn d-mn
quick like sand sand sand
she need a man man man
that she can stand stand stand
snortin’ blow off ya hoe
green light, that’s go
red light, that’s stop
red and blue be the opps
we don’t need em

hook: lil ginger
i’m just f-ckin’ all my b-tches one plus one that’s threesome
and i f-ckin’ saw your mans house, i wouldn’t wanna be him
f-cked her once then f-cked her twice, raced your man, i guess i beat him
i’m just f-ckin’ all my b-tches one plus one that’s a threesome

verse 2: lil ginger
young kobe on the track
countin’ bricks, countin’ stacks
got yo b-tch in the back
got her face on my lap
all i do is spit flames
all i do is make em mad
i’ll i do is run the game
punctuate with a dab
paper flyin’ in the air
all a hitta ever wanted
flyin’ with the nike airs
always warned y’all i’d be ballin’
kobe spittin’ on the beat
rodney king with the riots
all you do is take defeat
and i win, maybe try it
f-ck golf, f-ck w-ng
f-ck ya b-tch, hall of fame
f-ck drizzy, f-ck wayne
f-ck the daughter of ames
ain’t sorry for dissin’ y’all
sorry but i’m tryna ball
so i’m i’m dissin’ all of y’all
and i’m watchin’ you all fall
i’m just tryna go hard
play my music, pretty hard
my life built a house of cards
stayin’ standin’s pretty hard
shootin’ at y’all like war
but i ain’t got no war paint
yea ya girl she a wh-r-
i see sounds, i make her paint

- lil ginger lyrics

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