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kriminal minds - 9lokknine lyrics

[intro:]
i be higher than [?]
he booted up he making scenes now

[chorus:]
hold up wait a minute
thought i was finished
my glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist
i’m f*cking ’round with kermit, he said he crippin’
i told him leap like he a frog
i knock them all down
this glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds
that double d my titties
and they go all out
i’m f*cking with forensics, oh that’s that .40 cal

[verse 1:]
stop the jit, they can’t stop me
it’s time to copy now
i fell off where the cliff at, guess i done tumbled down
i’m rich now with a big sack, you better not fumble ’round
[?] he got makeup on, that boy a f*cking clown
pin her down then i d*ck her down, then i get [?]
f*ck around with the f*ck around, you gon’ get f*cked around
payed p*ssy get f*cked now, n*ggas cl!cking up, making teams now
while my young n*gga ball [?], n*ggas booting up making scenes now
boot down n*gga, shoot ’round n*gga, shoot now n*gga, get [?] n*gga, like to move round n*gga, i don’t f*ck round with ’em
me and my dog, you hit homie, i don’t f*ck with you n*gga, f*ck both of y’all, matter fact all of y’all, we gone go to war with ya
back on the wall, but i’m standing tall, only 5’9 n*gga
taste of who, n*gga taste off the what?
come and swap my n*gga
straight headshots, but never mind that
we ain’t straight my n*gga
f*ck her one time and i won’t dub her back
you get once of the pickle
shoot at they neck, i hit from the back, then pass her my n*gga
run up that sack and never look back, or go back to my trenches
the hood on my back, the 4th by the back, they know where we at
charged up in the trap, we make some sh*t clap, or we gon [?] the sack
i done named tommy gun hilfiger
i don’t wanna deal with you
i don’t rock shows, i k!ll n*ggas
it’s blood when i step in them
i’m talking christian lou, not k!ll n*ggas
for the feds i done broke it down to you
if it’s smoke, keep a hundred rounds with ya
i’m in the city now, i bring the town with me
[chorus:]
hold up wait a minute
thought i was finished
my glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist
i’m f*cking ’round with kermit, he said he crippin’
i told him leap like he a frog
i knock them all down
this glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds
that double d my titties
and they go all out
i’m f*cking with forensics, oh that’s that .40 cal

[verse 2:]
40 piece drum like you ordered some’ at winghut
yo brother number 9 when it’s smoke, we want the top down
i used to ride for fun, but all my fun done got me funned out
no n*gga, f*ck how many guns you got, you better empty them b*tches out
she done got twenty one in that .45, they won’t miss a shot
do it all for love don’t drop no bag, the way [?]
i’m still bukking the dumb way, and plus i’m vivid now
oh you thought beef all in your curry in yo place, boy we gon’ come about

[chorus:]
hold up wait a minute
thought i was finished
my glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist
i’m f*cking ’round with kermit, he said he crippin’
i told him leap like he a frog
i knock them all down
this glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds
that double d my titties
and they go all out
i’m f*cking with forensics, oh that’s that .40 cal

- 9lokknine lyrics

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