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kichi kichi - cook laflare lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
jugg
jugg
jugg
jugg

[chorus]
jewelry different colors like an easter egg
i left my b-tch for her, i think it was the head
i bought all my side b-tches cameras, yeah
‘015 i was poppin’ molly like it’s candy, yeah
inside of the foreign look like candy, yeah
get your daddy hit, you feel like bambi, yeah
keep that flocka on me, feel like tammy, yeah
see my pack, feel like i got a grammy, yeah

[verse 1]
you ain’t gotta sneak diss to my n-ggas, they might stab you
you ain’t gotta sneak diss to my b-tch, you can have her
have her, have her, got money, what it matter?
have her, have her, have her
she still too much for me, she feel too much for me
i blew fifteen and i ain’t feel a thing
and i can blow another one, act like you like to breathe
yeah, i was makin’ hits before billboards
i got lots of n-ggas that’ll k!ll for me
make a contract with a n-gga like he buildin’ for me
got some rich n-ggas who love me, they’ll buy the building for me
yellow diamonds got these b-tches yielding for me

[chorus]
jewelry different colors like an easter egg
i left my b-tch for her, i think it was the head
i bought all my side b-tches cameras, yeah
‘015 i was poppin’ molly like it’s candy, yeah
inside of the foreign look like candy, yeah
get your daddy hit, you feel like bambi, yeah
keep that flocka on me, feel like tammy, yeah
see my pack, feel like i got a grammy, yeah

[verse 2]
she callin’ back to back, i think i’m gon’ smash (b-tch)
she ain’t got no hair but got a fat -ss
when she get mad at me, she call me fat-ss
she tight ’cause i ain’t got no money for her rat -ss
she beg too much for me, the head too much for me
i cuss her out and call her ’bout, she really love to eat
i think i’m off the beat, we movin’ in the street
if a n-gga try you, better keep it in the streets
i can’t spare a n-gga ’cause a n-gga won’t spare me
i can’t hep she callin’ back to back, she love this d
smell like ysl, got versace on my feet
i was born on my feet, you can call it breach (jugg)

[chorus]
jewelry different colors like an easter egg
i left my b-tch for her, i think it was the head
i bought all my side b-tches cameras, yeah
‘015 i was poppin’ molly like it’s candy, yeah
inside of the foreign look like candy, yeah
get your daddy hit, you feel like bambi, yeah
keep that flocka on me, feel like tammy, yeah
see my pack, feel like i got a grammy, yeah

[outro]
she still too much for me, she feel too much for me
i blew fifteen and i ain’t feel a thing
i can’t spare a n-gga ’cause a n-gga won’t spare me
and i can blow another one, act like you like to breathe, jugg

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