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ro kapone - super glue lyrics

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intro
ro kapone!

chorus
forty with a drum think that b-tch pregnant how it be kicking
super glue my n-ggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
you don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my n-gga this sh-t get wicked
ran off with yo’ b-tch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
i can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
in the kitchen like my laboratory guess i think i’m dexter
take the right ingredients to get the right texture
i just got that white girl it’s only right i stretch her

verse 1
n-ggas don’t really want no smoke
i’m from where the preacher profit off of hope
i feel like that’s worse than selling dope
i just a two twenty three with a kickstand and a scope
need every crumb of the bread out the loaf
robbing sh-t kicking doors
all my n-ggas robbing all my n-ggas on that homicider sh-t
sn-tch who chain?
n-gga you out yo’ mind shoot up the crowd and sh-t
antisocial far as i’m concerned don’t wanna be ‘round a b-tch
can’t tell you i love you i really don’t like the sound of it
these n-ggas flexing don’t f-ck ‘round and get stretched out
plug playing around with them o’s gone get x’ed out
same n-ggas under-eyed me see me as a threat now
they at my neck now (ro kapone!)

chorus
forty with a drum think that b-tch pregnant how it be kicking
super glue my n-ggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
you don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my n-gga this sh-t get wicked
ran off with yo’ b-tch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
i can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
in the kitchen like my laboratory guess i think i’m dexter
take the right ingredients to get the right texture
i just got that white girl it’s only right i stretch her

verse 2
it’s all on you it’s all on me
like really my n-gga what it’s gone be
is you gone starve is you gone eat
is you gone stand up strong in the paint or fall weak
if my n-gga beefing an ain’t got no pistol just call me
two-two three mack ten mack eleven glock nines
f-ck up everything from yo’ house to the stop sign
shots firing
sh-t can get difficult as a rock climb
plug got new sticks like i literally just un-boxed mine
hold the s.k with two hands it be kicking out of control
marching band i just might make the drum roll
trigger finger got arthritis knuckles swole
got it out the bowl
tried rapping if a n-gga don’t blow
then its back to kicking doors

chorus
forty with a drum think that b-tch pregnant how it be kicking
super glue my n-ggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
you don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my n-gga this sh-t get wicked
ran off with yo’ b-tch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
i can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
in the kitchen like my laboratory guess i think i’m dexter
take the right ingredients to get the right texture
i just got that white girl it’s only right i stretch her



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