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4real - cyrup king lyrics

i’m a few inches from the ground
how can i let you steal my mind
pow, pow, pow, pow
yo, skinny on the mix

i know they mad that i’m making it big
i need me a mill
siezi chill
for my brothers i’m keeping it real
quit the talking get active for real
fell in love with the drill
chains ni real
ain’t talking bout stainless steel

i know the mad that i’m making it big
i need me a mill
siezi chill
for my brothers i’m keeping it real
quit the talking get active for real
fell in love with the drill
chains ni real
ain’t talking bout stainless steel
i ain’t talking about yeah yeah

ka sikujui don’t be calling for needs
keep it solid whenever we hopping feet
i do this a lot
i keep it in sync with my fam
so all of my brothers can eat
i need me a spot on top of the mountain
cause none of them n*ggas can match up this heat
i’m repping four six from the west to the east
snf be my game and i cannot defeat
i’m a double and triple my racks with the team
if it’s up then we sending him up like a beam
keeping it clean
my closet is full of designer
i’m pulling up fresh on the scene
f*ck with the team
of course we the best in the west
cause n*ggas can’t match up this heat
keep my eyes on the goal
but a n*gga trying to chase these racks for the cbc
keep it cool with the talk
cause you don’t wanna see bro slide in a kdd
big c i’m on a k!lling spree
don’t call if you ain’t tryna k!ll these beats

tryna get this party lit
that’s why me and my brothers we smoke on beats
i know the mind that i’m making it big
i need me a mill
siezi chill
for my brothers i’m keeping it real
quit the talk and get active for real
fell love with the drill
ch*ch*ch*chains ni real
i ain’t talking bout stainless steel
i ain’t talking bout yeah yeah
i got a bad b and she be on top
psych, no g i got two
thick back, slim waist
she rolling around the block
she don’t need no crew
opps hopping on tracks these days
the other they do is just tying shoes
dash, dash
oh my god let me get the broom

sticks and stones break all of your bones
but i’d do more if you home alone
lk in it, your local bad man
knock you out like i’m jason bourne
shawty a baddy, pulled down my pants
and l!cked the tip like ice cream on a cone
pulled down my pants and l!cked the tip
like ice cream on a cone

i hop in the booth and i k!ll
i’m spitting this bars and you know i got sk!ll
i trap everyday for the thrills
you cap on the net just to see how it feels
we chilling and popping the seals
we sipping on lean and we love how it feels
so baby just hop on the floor
pop out a drink and take off your heels
i know they mad that i’m making it big
i need me a mill
siezi chill
for my brothers i’m keeping it real
quit the talking get active for real
fell in love with the drill
chains for real
i ain’t talking bout stainless steel
i ain’t talking bout yeah yeah

- cyrup king lyrics

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