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the fatal sling - kon-tiki lyrics

[intro]
yeah, brrrrra
skrrrt, yeah, yea
slatt, brrr
aye, fatal
yea, yeah
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
this is kon-tiki man i crossed the whole ocean
built my own raft and brother now we floating
i don’t make waves man i make the whole motion
making so much noise, neighbors call about commotion
this is kon-tiki man i crossed the whole ocean
built my own raft and brother now we floating
i don’t make waves man i make the whole motion
making so much noise, neighbors call about commotion

[verse 1]
i got bars like wifi, these people leave me like bye-bye
my money blue, no tie die
and when i shoot you gon die die, yeah (yeah)
and imma whip the pot like stir fry
yous a small fry, not a tough guy, yeaaah (yeah)
i made this myself, i made this no help (huh, yuh)
arn the clique, i don’t put on shelf (huh, yuh yuh)
uzi and thugger the goats (goats)
patek and ice on my throat (throat)
this sh-t gon float like a boat (boat)
n-body gon cross our moat (moat)
and now that we sailing down streams (yuh)
we going to places in dreams (yuh)
i never ever wanna wake, cause in there we got the best teams (aye)
and homies be aiming with beams (yuh)
don’t ever do drugs they some fiends (fiends)
they drinking on all kind of leans (lean lean)
and smoking on all strains of weed (wooh)
i whip out the mac and i pop your brain (yuh)
i got a shorty she go insane (wooh wooh)
she be so fine, she just like a dame (yeah)
taking this over i win the game (yuh)
when you sign up i will learn your name (yuh)
hop on the jet, that’s a private plane (yuh)
shorty done changed but i stay the same (brrra)
but i still love her she is my main (skrrrt)

[verse 2]
ain’t no girl in the world that be badder than my girl (what)
ain’t no girl in the world that be sadder than my girl (what the f-ck)
nooo, yeah
nooo, yeah
i sent her on a trip to mars (slatt)
but she just went and popped bars (brrrat)
skrrrt up in these foreign cars (what)
italian that sh-ts so far (yuh)
hop out the whip, that’s a range (yuh)
my ak it got h-lla range (do-do-do)
i’m popping on all of your brains (brrr)
i’m flexing till i pop a vein (skrrrt)
louis v my belt (yuh)
but that’s all designer i got (that’s all i got)
hop out with all of this sh-t (yuh)
hop out with all of my clique (yuh yuh)
hop out with my whole crew (huh)
we ain’t gon pull up to you (yeeeah)
i don’t give a flying f-ck (yeah)
if you weaving, gonna duck (wooh)
we be pulling up in trucks (skrrr)
cause we don’t even wanna dru- (skrrrt)
just been around with the beam (yuh)
zooming around with the beam (yeah)

- the fatal sling lyrics

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