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kenny - efil lyrics

[verse 1: efil]

what im smoking got yo b-tch open. codeine in my soda, you f-ck n-ggas don’t want it
what im smoking got yo b-tch open. codeine in my soda, you f-ck n-ggas don’t want it
no game boy but im focused. my handheld that 40
i p-ss the sh-t to my brody, he take a shot like kobe
i’m on the block, o’neal. jermaine and shaq
ho when im aiming that y’all better fall the f-ck back
puff, p-ss. i be smoked out.
tell them hoes bounce
chunk the deuce to the bando, that’s my old house.
dropped out. f-ck the teacher, got these hoes giving me brains
went from trying to maintain then i came up on some change
now im kush cooling with yo b-tch in a old school, the windows tent
i’m so flint, that stoned sir. mind tricks how that dome work
i’m blowing purp. patron surfing
turned up, that silver dude
showing off my tattoos, reason why yo main choose
i done risked it all so i can’t lose and done came through in that shang tsung
chameleon paint. i’m real you ain’t
yellow b-tch, hilary banks.
gas pack, no empty tank im at the pump on that sour diesel
my clip long, my circle small
i don’t f-ck with a lot of people, that’s real

[hook: efil]

future bright but my thoughts dark
kinda off, no talk
b-tch im all heart
chopper finish what his mouth start
don’t make me take one of yo n-ggas out like south park. (you b-st-rds)

future bright but my thoughts dark
kind of off, no talk
b-tch im all heart
chopper finish what his mouth start
dont make me take one of yo n-ggas out like south park

[verse 2: efil]

call this beat kenny, i k!lled it. too trippy, no feelings
4/20 that’s everyday. cartier on my lenses.
i go too hard on these b-tches throwing hundreds, fiftys
that nuvo got her frisky so im sucking on them t-tties
told her bust that p-ssy open
no discussion, is we f-cking?
no cuffing, i don’t love ’em. its nothing, we thugging
got that cranium and she skulling
her head game r-t-rd
i just want the mouthpiece so you can keep the v card
she slobbing like a saint bernard. i popped a bean and im rolling
my shades dark cuz my eyes red. i’m high as h-ll and they know it
keep gold on me like trojan. i’m hot and cold, bipolar
she got three holes, keep something in them
that sl-t must like bowling.
i’m twisting up the strongest, that’s hercules and kimbo.
sipping lean, slow it down. p-ss the cup and she sip slow
that -ss up til my d-ck broke. throw it back like pinky
smoking on that stinky, i make this sh-t look easy
b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3: beezy]

shoot first and ask questions later
rob now and get paper later
you can catch me in a whip, same color as the lakers
riding with some shakers
four four acre homes straight up out of texas
where n-ggas drive reckless
bull h-rns in front of they lexus. peeling out
let them with they mouth wide, the 5th wheel is out
young b bumping screw when im peeling out. beezy

oh my god, they’ve k!lled kenny
you b-st-rds!!!

- efil lyrics

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