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structure k - kay glizz & nunnie da iii lyrics

[intro: kay glizz]
f*ck is n*ggas talkin’ ’bout? word to my mother
suck my d*ck
n*ggas always d*ck ridin’
n*ggas be gettin’ the belt, everybody
look

[verse 1: nunnie da iii]
f*ck all the rap sh*t
kha struc on d*ck like he don’t got mad deads
that n*gga a bozo, he be d*ck ridin’ like a h0m*
and i could bet money that rpt don’t know how they gettin’ the belt
and bk, i’m with some n*ggas who do it for cj
i got the vid of rilla on replay
kha got shot and he ain’t let his heat spray
but he wanna talk crazy
structure n*ggas scared of the— shh
keep dissin’ the troops, n*gga think he wavy
i’ma send [?], we like kyrie and kd
why he wanna diss? and most of them structure n*ggas really d*cks
kha got shot in his ass, he a b*tch
i never heard of structure n*ggas doin’ sh*t, they just wanna rap
and i heard that they never get back
“that structure,” all that stupid sh*t is wack
all they close friends keep gettin’ clapped
we the troops, we got the east on our back
n*ggas talkin’ reckless, but chillin’ with bronx n*ggas for protection, it’s okay
homie gonna learn his lessons by bizzy banks, we takin’ off his necklace
who do we smoke? dubai
blaze in the blunt, he be gettin’ me high
pudge, rilla all in the sky, these n*ggas be gettin’ the belt all the time
why y’all wanna beef and y’all go see the troops in the streets? when you do, boy, you better have your heat
leeky got booked for stealin’ car seats, no cap, structure n*ggas really sweet, n*gga
[verse 2: kay glizz]
who that right there?
structure member could get clapped if he lack right there
dubai got clapped in his face before he crashed the whip, he should’ve just makked right there
kha got flocked and never let it flare, but he suck on rpt d*ck, n*gga scared
i’m in the hot ride totin’ some new sh*t, we need a new vic’ to go in the air, frrah, boom
structure n*ggas goofy, all i gotta do is yell, “23”
they gon’ get to runnin’, duckin’ they kufis
that’s the thing about them, n*ggas too sweet
pudgy, dubai, i turn ’em to lucies
best believe i won’t makk in this two*seat
troopin’ through madi two deep, me and nunnie
on bro grave, sh*t’ll get spooky, grrah
why you suckin’ us up?
[?] f*ck up
ewee got it, dare you to run up
he got hit, i guess he put his gun up
i ain’t for nothin’, always got my gun tucked
walk down from sundown to sunup
dthang, tell woo lotti get the f*ck up since you wanna suck buddy up, grrah
i’m on bad sh*t, someone come harm me
leeky really got booked for a car seat, d*ckhead
i know that he feelin’ sorry
i got points, somebody come guard me
g23, got the fatty like ari
we on every block tryna throw parties
troopers, really movin’ like the army
grrah, grrah, grrah
[outro: kay glizz]
troopers really troop, n*gga, stop dissin’ us, n*gga

- kay glizz nunnie da iii lyrics

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