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william bu$h – kawal lyrics

[intro]
watch out ben, watch out etai, guyanese boy
wagwan goldshtein

[hook]
i got my mans and we ballin
we out in the streets and you know that we kawallin
enemies, and i see them fallin
we out on the streets and you know the we kawallin (perfect)

[verse 1]
and we ballin, you know money’s poppin
feeling so alive, man i feel like i’m evolving
kush is so harsh, man you know that i’m coughing
f that we mossing see a p-ssy that we robbin
see these mans we robbing and i’m looking for a motive
sh-t is getting hot, like you about to get roasted (boom, boom)
man i’m getting g-ssed, i said look what money makes
man i’m headin so fast, i be hitting on the brakes

[interlude]
put me in the books, man i’m lookin like a legend
heres my confession, i’m in love with the session
thats the obsession, lookin like an engine
you dont need my answers, got no time for your questions

[verse 2]
(perfect) (?) lookin so freaky
i got a ting and she actin so freaky
cut from bora, lookin greezy
i been making guap and its lookin so easy
run up on your (?), sh-t be gettin messy
im ready, you don’t want to test me
in the whip, we whippin the throttle
wishin he has a billy, and you know he has a bottle (a bottle)
off the sh-ts, like im runnin off a replay
p-ssing down these (?), like im runnin in a relay
stay six, spot a fed im lookin like a hero
i be gettin money like always de niro

[hook x2]
i got my mans and we ballin
we out on the streets and you know that we kawallin
enemies, you know i see them fallin
we out on the streets and you know the we kawallin

[verse 3]
man i’m mossing in the ring, like i’m waiting for the belt
i got fake xannies shipped, danny’s in the stairwell
na, i ain’t feelin well, stl go to h-ll
man i’m in the holding cell
i beat my meat i’ll catch an l (iman)
its a beef ting and you lookin like a boxer
you need a doctor, (?) reached dollar
this sh-t a knocker, fish in the locker
runnin so fast like i’m running from the chopper
yo she runnin play like we in the staircase
but she all up in here red, get the f-ck outta my face
anytime, any place, we high up we up in sp-ce
got no time for your jokes, i said b-tch reach my face
yo follow the procedure, dip to the bleacher
ots i’m trippin out, i’m catchin up a seizure
feelin like a teacher, still don’t need a feature
man my kush loud, i be seshing on the speaker
im feeling ghostly, absolut mostly
i don’t wanna dab you, stop actin like you know me
(you don’t know me)

- william buh lyrics

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