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paintboy kd - bonvos lyrics

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[intro]
this n-gg- kd buggin’, man
man, here, lemme see yo phone real quick, man
i gotta call this n-gg-, man, this n-gg- drawlin’

[verse]
“yeah, h-llo?”
speak
“ay buddy, it’s kilo, lemme holla at kd.”
speakin’
“ay buddy, what’s goin’ down, my k!lla? fats told me just last night, you was into it with n-gg-s.”
man, facts. was boolin’ and some b-tch n-gg-s start flexin’
drop his location on facebook so i pulled up and start jeffin’
next thing i know, this b-tch came outside yellin’
so i pulled out and i upped on her and made her strip b-tt naked
“man, is you serious?”
yeah, but that’s when sh-t started gettin’ brazy
i guess the n-gg- that called us over, that was his old lady
he hopped up and start reachin’, so i fired on him
and hit him, what i seen, boy, he gon’ need a facelift or some new denim
“d-mn, blood, you stupid.”
for real, f-ck that opp–ss n-gg-
i would’ve fought him but he seemed like one of them cop–ss n-gg-s
“man, kd, you need to chill, boy you’s a hot–ss n-gg-.”
anybody that ever beef with me, they got crash, n-gg-
“yeah, but if you go to jail…”
i better be in the back
i ain’t stuntin’ 5-0, they pullin’ up, imma blast
“i’m just sayin’…”
sayin’ what? you ain’t hearin’ me, n-gg-
all these p-ssy–ss n-gg-s don’t put no fear in me, n-gg-
so paranoid, even b-tches lookin’ weird to me, n-gg-
if you ain’t with me, then you against me, period, n-gg-
“h-ll, i feel it. but, sh-t, what you been on?”
in traffic, tryna flip a couple bricks and find some haters i could sh-t on
find a couple licks i could go get on
get a couple bad b-tches i could slide through and lay this d-ck on
“man, n-gg-s in the city talkin’ reckless.”
they don’t want war, i leave their whole house breathless, i’m a death wish
beef to me is somethin’ like a fetish
shootin’s in the section, and my favorite target is n-gg-s’ melons
went to war, these is real stripes, i’m blowin’ real pipes
an animal, i play call of duty in real life
full metal jacket strips his body armor, but the shottie holdin’
buckshots at close range, i, i send his body farther
“d-mn, bro, why you trippin’?!”
’cause every time i turn my motherf-ckin’ back, some new n-gg-s start b-tchin’
broke but they always got opinions
sayin’ what we do and don’t do like these stupid–ss b-tches
so i’m slappin’ n-gg-s, i’m talkin’ open-palm smackin’ n-gg-s
jackin’ n-gg-s, one wrong move, i’ll cap ya, n-gg-
“d-mn, bro, i see you goin’ through it. all the street sh-t done caught up with you, when you get so ruthless? man, that sh-t that you on so foolish…”
man, i ain’t hearin’ it, a shooter, b-tch, i ain’t nike, but i just do it
he better vest up, that mean from neck up, he gettin’ wet up
they gon’ have to piece his head together like it’s tetris
“god don’t like ugly.”
then i’m hideous!
don’t do the friendly sh-t, i tiptoe through your window like insidious
mobster, monster, whatever you call it, you a target
that .40 knock you off balance like alcoholics
gimme everything out yo wallet
i’m talkin’ safe money, made money, yo daughter 50-cent lemonade money
and i ain’t leavin’ ’til i’m paid, buddy
say yo prayers, ’cause hood in yo backyard, diggin’ yo grave, buddy
f-ck a 9 to 5, boy, that’s slave money
i need guns everywhere from the go and cop me a wraith money
“preach. ain’t n-body out here dissin’.”
’cause every n-gg- that done tried done became my victim
real n-gg-, they don’t want that issue, they like charmin
no matter how strong they think they is, they still tissue
“on bloods, kd why you snap like that?”
it’s these goofy–ss n-gg-s makin’ me act like that!
every time i move forward, i get sn-tched right back
i fight back, i face facts, i’m just like my dad
when i’m down, don’t i always bounce right back?
and if you got it, then i need it, n-gg-, just like that
man, h-ll naw
“what, n-gg-?”
man, i think i’m trippin’
“what you talkin’ bout?”
either somethin’ wrong with my vision
or the same white van keep p-ssin’ my crib
and, if it is, then i think the feds outside listenin’
i’m finna call you back in five minutes, i need to-



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