we are the posse – kreep lyrics
[verse one:barry mo.]
riding around and a n-gga got cl-ss (cl-ssy)
failed that test so i’m just tryna p-ss it(p-ss it)
wanafeel a n-gga flow
wanasee a n-gga blow
hunishiki bila dough(she say)
hunishiki bila dough(she say)
i got this flow,i k!lled the show,online i make them follow
in love with the dough baby
sabuni ya roho baby
i’m building a craft
flapping my wings
while hitting the dab baby
who be k!lling these hooks
got rap n-ggas shook
make a n-gga wanna crown a n-gga(crown a n-gga)
who be singing on trap beats,cl-ssics
gymnastics how i flip on styles
kick knowledge on tracks call me jet li
but i go so dumb on this
ham on this
posse na fasa
we breaking the bank with this
huh!
[chorus:chief mufasa]
yea we pose take a pic with posse
imma boss coz we cool with bosses
shika, more yeah we hit the floor
coz we banging hit that dough
[verse two:lennox leeroy]
i got me a queen
i got me advisors
i need me an army
trigger,finger itching
no mercy having mercenaries
now i need me a throne
oh you got the crown on??
its a knock on your door
armed to the t–th
with a license to k!ll
hungry for the next meal
so its
late lunch with the bosses
scheming on the profits(chi ching ching)
stoners and the misfits
hit after hit, till the shilling hit the ceiling
still sipping on some good liquor,(top shelf)
young broke n-gga tryna look rich get rich
shout out to the bad b-tches
alloyall that i employed
mligive a n-gga who about to blow some good job
now rep-ing for my team all up in the hashtags
we running laps
tukichase hizi maguap
we hitting dabs
tukimake hizi marap
out in the streets they be calling it murder
out in the streets they be bumping to murderer
closing the case like we hired the dream team
the posse regime
reigning supreme
[chorus:chief mufasa]
yea we pause take a pic with posse
imma boss coz we cool with bosses
shika, more…hit that floor
coz we banging hit that dough
[verse 3:chief mufasa]
fasa buss it i go,kreep
pop di c0ke n i go,kreep
have some manners when da heavens speak less i let ma dawgs pull up a michael vick
n i’m wrong but that nike go tick
had a sportie on da spot nikka
cuff apollo in a sputnik i
on my strato we get strapped nikka…
in my zone u get wrapped no trap nikka
i put my city on the map nikka then i went…
must’ve p-ssed up on my ex chikka
every time i got to come around make a baby shop chop ain’t no want no task nikka
then i went and told my homies we gon make it
now i’m chilling in the trap doing kreeps!
yeah
chuckles
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