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k.a.h. - cold world hustlers lyrics

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[intro]

in a case of emergency, you must break the glass
when yo’ b*tch get out of pocket, you must whoop her ass

[verse 1]

i’m layin’ you b*tches on yo’ back
and that’s a fact cause ask, still hoes i jack
i ain’t no joke i k!ll*a*hoe
fo*sho’ i’m throwin’ body blows

and then i’m throwin’ uppercuts
because i don’t give a f*ck
i’m knockin’ out you sl*ts
but so, f*cking what now get the f*ck up

before i beat that head up gets that pump up
my n*gga jumped the stock up
i think we need some corners on this corner n*gga
and i don’t care that you woman b*tches do

so i’m stompin’ and i’m whoopin’ on her sister’s and her cousin’s ass
(k.a.h. got some sp*ce, o.g. can regulate)
and sock these hoes up in they face
one*two, two t**th
when i let this [?] release
i’m separatin’ [?]
i’m puttin’ you chicks to sleep
i ain’t f*ckin’ witchu freaks

(i said i wouldn’t even love you baby
but the county check is tryna play me)

she got them god d*mn kids in my business
i’m writin’ a hit*list
to all the b*tches, baby mommas tryna take my riches
i’m goin’ outside to find these hoes

k.a.h. hoes go get blows
knockin’ down hoes
devastate, choke hoes
indo smoke

seven n*ggas yellin’ k!ll*a*hoe
k!ll*a*hoe, f*ck that b*tch, n*gga
i’m k!llin’ snitches and b*tches
and dumpin’ bodies in ditches

i said k!ll*a*hoe
f*ck that b*tch, n*gga
it’s the sicka
i’m finna drink this liquor
[verse 2]

i’m from the reala k!lla alcoholic hustla organization
came up through frustration and
now we murderin’ cross the nation
showin’ no love for these b*tches

they snitches and mack assassins, flashin’
just waitin’ to see yo’ cask’
game is droppin’ fast
one hustla to the next

we just came to check the tip
of yo’ chin
ready to sin
cause my n*ggas twisted off that gin

mobbin’ ten deep
sn*tch the skrilla, game complete
education so unique
real mentality from the streets

and for those that don’t know
the reputation from the [?]
is break the b*tch, dump the body
count yo’ stack and blaze the indo
fo*sho’ if i’m lyin’ then i’m dyin’
so i stay choked

so b*tch i know you don’t want me to pull my pistol out on you!

[verse 3]

eleven, m*th*f*ckin’ ways
to break five different b*tches with my m*th*f*ckin’ game
pimpin’ hoes like a mack
way back in 1973

creep to the scene
and clear the block
release my uzi magazine
got my b*tch slangin’

the a*1 yola for my cause
and all i do is hit the draw
more bounce to the ounce
i be the money makin’ top dog

glock, to the side of my hip
don’t trip it’s only in my nature
best believe i’m k!llin’ hoes
and regulatin’ haters

f*ck my enemies
cause you n*ggas can’t see
i’m the n*i double g
with the n*gga named taydatay

we be the loc*est
in any form of focus
it’s k!ll*a*hoe for life
and i’m the mother f*ckin’ [?]

[verse 4]

now with a, sock a b*tch
then drop a b*tch
then mop a b*tch
a proper b*tch

ain’t stoppin’ sh*t
when i c*ck my sh*t
to pop a b*tch
tryna pop a grip

cause if i don’t slang
i don’t eat, i don’t eat
i’m four deep in a jeep with heat
better get my g’s

with four deep to the four*ways
go with oj
k!ll a b*tch and get away with it
never will i save a b*tch

don’t wait for this
unexplainable to save a hoe
i take a hoe and break a hoe
then shake her like i’m shake*a*hoe

and make her blows
is what you gets tryna disrespect
check her, check her
[?] i roll her f*ckin’ neck

i leave her wet
and gushin’ just like a p*ssy
her guts all over the place
it’s k.a.h. i ain’t no rookie

[verse 5]

i’ve reached that point of my life
where i have to make that left
keepin’ up that strap
sellin’ up that crack don’t take another step

with speed i k!lla k!lla foe
i feel you tricks don’t wanna see
96 pushin’ 2000
and yo’ kids wanna be me b*tch

i’m livin’ all alone
to further my zone
and so it’s on and so it’s on
and take your sh*t

commence the flip until i’m known, hoe
we f*ckin’ on the flow, uh
the camera’s on the side i’m pushin’ rewind
for that late night show

the pressures of that world
makin’ me feeling kind of righteous
rollin’ up on me i might just
retract and take yo’ life b*tch

laggin’ to see the video
her sister hollered rape
my [?] man
since my crew is k.a.h

[verse 6]

first you f*ck with a b*tch
by trustin’ a b*tch
be friends with a b*tch
move in with a b*tch

be down again to the b*tch
and she gets mad and go sells all your sh*t
my k!ller alcoholic, hustlin’ tendencies
made me choke my baby’s momma til she could not breathe

best believe that i was keen and i was on weed and tanqua
man knows that [?]
and i grabbed that b*tch and tried to tangle her up
drunk as f*ck

black, white, or chinese
b*tch freeze
get on your knees, don’t beg please
open your mouth and get a couple of these

it’s k!ll*a*hoe
better recognized cold world
premier u.d.i
and 11/5, biatch!

[outro]

aw yeah, you know

it’s that sick ass k!ll a hoe ass n*gga, back in the m*th*f*ckin house, still breakin’ it down hoe, how i take a b*tch eyeb*lls out

have her sprung stuck on stupid you know, suckin’ d*ck and all that old crazy sh*t

but now, imma keep my hustle on in the nine*oh because you know, it’s all about that skrilla, and umm

imma get mine you know, up on the hill, down the hill, you know, in front the sto’, you know, wherever the f*ck i wanna go!

hooray to k!ll*a*hoe
hooray at last
hooray to k!ll*a*hoe
the horse’s ass

biatch!!!

- cold world hustlers lyrics

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