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lil kliff - okay! lyrics

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(lord i know)
(i don’t deserve your grace)
(but you did it)

them n+ggas talking ’bout lil kliff like i give a f+ck
was giving sh+t out just to give but i ain’t get enough
i’m zooted yuh
call them shooters up to shoot your shooters up
we suited up, for every one of y’all, its f+cking 2 of us

aye, aye, okay
glock on me that b+tch hold 23
we a different breed, don’t no enemy put fear in me
clutching on my heat
chopstick on me like i’m vietnamese
glock do what it please, no control, can’t keep it in my jeans
(fa, fa)
shooting shots and i’m not talking 3s
you starting sh+t with me but kliffy in your headphones on repeat
said you done for real, but i know you ain’t over me
smoking weed, love my mary jane, she watching over me
them n+ggas talking ’bout lil kliff like i give a f+ck
was giving sh+t out just to give but i ain’t get enough
i’m zooted yuh
call them shooters up to shoot your shooters up
we suited up, for every one of y’all, its f+cking 2 of us

aye, aye backwood to the face
then i pour up in the minute made
take away the pain
when i started smoking mary jane things ain’t been the same
since i had broke up with wassaname life ain’t been the same

feelings hurting but i’m flexing oh
smith and wesson i tote
on a island eating tacos with some mexican hoes
one day god gon’ bless me with my blessing i know
and call me when you miss me, don’t be texting my phone

gang, gang this n+gga lame, how do you know my name
pardon me, hardest in the burg, the hardest in the game
solo dolo, no affiliation, i don’t need a gang
why should i keep rapping, fifteen thousand reasons on my chain
aye, smoking gas i’m on my ass i cannot feel my brain
high as f+ck, head up in the clouds it’s like i’m hearing planes
no complaints, smoke away the pain and then i’ll be okay
dropped out 11th grade but i’m okay, watch me count up my bank (gang)
them n+ggas talking ’bout lil kliff like i give a f+ck
was giving sh+t out just to give but i ain’t get enough
i’m zooted yuh
call them shooters up to shoot your shooters up
we suited up, for every one of y’all, its f+cking 2 of us



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