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sob – kitty kat lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: daboii]
warrant for my arrest but i’m riding with the mask
b+tch can’t even take it, got her dying from the back
she ain’t even grateful you keep buying all them bags
i heard n+ggas falling off i wouldn’t sign up for a ride
same me, same team, n+ggas switching jerseys
i’m too high off these drugs, vision getting blurry
i don’t like pancakes but i’ll sip the syrupy
d+mn she bad in every angle, this b+tch picture perfect
they pat me down up in that club then i ain’t going in
my lil’ n+gga only 12 but he can show a ten
give a f+ck if that’s your point, n+gga roll again
you ain’t gon’ do sh+t with that pistol, n+gga blow it then
i heard them boys be popping out when n+ggas out of town
i think them n+ggas on that (sniff), them n+ggas bobby brown
like how you rap about that field and ain’t been out the house?
my brodie known to shoot that, until it’s out of rounds
i fell in love and got heart broke, b+tch i’m back to the streets
i was busy chasing chicken, i’m back to the beef
sh+t if rap don’t make it work b+tch i’m back to the fiends
baby girl gon’ suck it good, yeah that sack to the meat
i think you n+ggas really hoes, i’m being honest with you
i’m with my gang, you with your friends so bring yo’ patnas with you
like why the f+ck you hit that club ain’t bring no dollars with you?
matter fact, not even that, not even a dollar with you
glock 23 b+tch we ain’t catching fades
i’ll make this b+tch bust like the s+x was great
i’ve been working overtime i ain’t slept in days
ask your b+tch how bad she want it, she say yesterday, n+gga
[verse 2: slimmy b]
switching lanes blowing dope i’m in that lam once again
fresh up off a skit we in that land once again
stock up on my strap but it’s a dub it ain’t no ten
this a f&n huh? you ain’t got no bands huh?
yeah i heard what happened to yo’ n+gga, pick yo mans up
she gon’ fly from houston just to f+ck me, like a d+mn sl+t
if i said, “i love you” b+tch i’m talking ’bout these d+mn drugs
b+tch i feel like webbie, all these bands can’t pick my pants up
pull off in that ah, blowing wooh, this sh+t stanky
she wanna eat this d+ck but if we f+ck she gotta pay me
i heard he dropped his ham up on a skit these n+ggas mainey
i just got some head from your b+tch, she go brazy
switch up on the glizzys turn a semi to a fully
b+tch i’m in the line blowing za and blowing cookies
just hopped up off the porch but he don’t shoot it like no rookie
can’t treat ’em like no man because i know these n+ggas p+ssy

- sob lyrics

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