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w4rd - black kray lyrics

[intro]
f-ck man
no f-cking money, no f-cking b-tches to chill with
no mof-cking gas money, sh-t
holes in all my f-cking shooters n-gg-
holes in all my socks
what the f-ck, f-ck it, f-ck it

[verse]
gold tooth cigarillos gotta get my trees up
copped two more clothes gotta get my st–z up
blowing in the wind breeze 80 dime bags full of white like alicia keys
waking up around 9, see a n-gg- on the grind
real raider type sh-t
real creative -ss n-gg-s with a foreign type b-tch
c-ke stains on her lips, from the caine that she licked
cut another down b-tch
10 spicy [?] is the clique
rich mob with triple 6, triple 7 coming through
hiding in the f-cking phantom, smoking like a tea kettle
hopped up out the sp-ce shuttle, riding in the other whip
good -ss white b-tch, icy -ss black b-tch
psychedelic trap sh-t, shooting camera shots
black kray got extended clips

[hook]
(psychedelic trap sh-t, shooting camera shots
black kray got extended clips)
psychedelic trap sh-t, shooting camera shots
black kray got extended clips
(psychedelic trap sh-t, shooting camera shots
black kray got extended clips)

[verse 2]
had to slow it down one time for a b-tch
slow it down 2 times for the hoes with the wrist game
sell it through the back, switch lanes and sh-t change
but they do it by my nickname [?]
skidding bout town, scheming on these dumb hoes
looking slick up in my clothes
([?])
n-gg-s used to call me oreo
jeans still tight, rock with 2 doves, paid 20 items at the chemist sh-t
mix with c-ke, b-tch

- black kray lyrics

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