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métis nigga & kingafri - 11 toes down lyrics

[intro: métis n-gga & kingafri]
-indistinguishable yet peaceful discourse-

elelelele
big forehead big brain uk wat im sayin
jalen, imran, nelly
we sh-ttin on b-tches
we bout to get smelly

!my n-ggas crazy wallahi!

[verse 1: kingafri]
rolling the die, playing monopoly
i’m a virgin…
.. ain’t n0body topping me
got the sauce, got the paste
they all just copy me
lift the weights, build my case
can’t n0body body me

i’m a b-tch ’cause you know my posse tight (uhh)
she spittin’ on my p-n-s like she spittin’ for a cypher
couldn’t find my d-ck, its ’cause its blacker than the night (uhh)
gave your b-tch the c-ck and then i kissed the b-tch goodnight (mwahh)

ride it like a bike (uhh)
getting cheques like nike (uhh)
likin’ all these pictures, crazy
i don’t even like her

gave my man a diaper, gave my man a bib (uhh)
’cause i just wifed his momma, so i turned man to my kid (uhh)
smell a bit like -ss its ’cause you know that i’m the sh-t (pfft)
playing games with me is mod, you know that imma glitch (mod)
if he politicin’, call him jagmeet, make him sing (pollies)
turned man to a b-tch, so now i call him caitlyn jenner
treat ‘dem mans like ice cream, ’cause the way i hit a l!ck-uhh (l!ck)
my plug is not my wifey, but i’m always ringing him up
cut a d-ckhead off, its ’cause i like to take the p-ss-uhh
think i’m ’bout to buss, ’cause all these n-ggas on my d-ck-uhh

[verse 2: métis n-gga]
i came out with the loot, skrt off, nine bags, threw it in the booth
these p-ssy n-ggas won’t shoot, hanging out the window, homie got me by the boot
this is just an everyday commute, talking online, but when i saw you it was mute
now i’m here billing this zoot, paranoia on ten, and the aux on mute
where the f-ck a n-gga gonna go? just hit a l!ck and they weren’t on patrol
motherf-cker, oh no, tried to speed off but the whips spewing snow
i’m tryna check your hoe but the sirens in the distance and the tank on low
so a n-gga had to switch whips, and went by hers to lay low
eat the p-ssy like dough, but a n-gga don’t need that gushy ya’know
i’m just tryna get her on the pole, i’m just tryna sit back for that big booty show
and you know mans cold, if she ain’t twerking throw that b-tch in the snow

[outro: métis n-gga & kingafri]
n-ggazz on my d-ck uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
n n n-ggas on myd-ck
no h0m-
i came out w the d-ck
skrt off, nine bags, threw it in the d-ck
these p-ssy n-ggas won’t shoot
hanging out the window homie got me by the d-ck
this is just an everyday commute, talkin online but when i saw u it was d-ck
now im here billin this zoot, paranoia on ten, and the aux on mute

- metis nigga kingafri lyrics

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