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the lost soul - kdot keepclickin lyrics

[intro]
ayo boga cl!ck that sh*t at
freezy
you love me, me
you love me, me
me, you love me, me
you love me, me
you love me, me
you love me, me
you love me, me

[verse 1: kdot keepcl!ckin]
look, look, look
when i flock, i’m aimin’ double hands
like, bullets done fly, and i know where it went
spinnin’ the v and i’m makin’ a dent, call up the bros, like i’m tryna bend
like, better believe in a devil, maskеd up, on the back of a revel
dissin’ on bro, i’mma throw morе than several
like, don’t run, better tote on your metal
hop out, like, get lit
like, yo, kk, dump out the whip, like
n*ggas p*ssy they be on my d*ck, but i’m big oyk when i walk through they strip
n*gga dissin’ on bro, worda bro, n*ggas already know
was a b*tch? i’m a demon with the knock in my coat
worda bro, n*ggas already know
like, last opp got beat out his kicks
like, why n*ggas be on my d*ck? but i’m big oyk when i walk through they strip
n*ggas be dissin’, them lil’ n*ggas kids
[verse 2: kk spinnin]
like, i’m outside in the heights
n*ggas be chattin’, but they cannot fight
when they run into me, i got my pipe
he better duck ’cause this beef is not light
n*gga was chattin’, but not in real life, so if i see lil morty he better act right
but i’m with the gzz, we spinnin’ on bikes, we lookin’ for opps and we not totin’ knife
benzo with me, he not looking to fight
back out the chop, start fl!ckin’ on sight
i cannot hesitate, b*tch, it’s the life
when i let them throw letters, i’m not gonna fight
and cj be chattin’, but now it’s on sight
spin through that block, put the beam on the pipe
hop out, i’mma throw with the right
get low, ’cause the d’s cannot hype
call up the opp thot, she gonna act right
gimme the lo’, i’mma go to they site
gimme the lo’, i’mma go to they site
gimme the lo’, i’mma go to they site

[verse 3: kdot keepcl!ckin]
go to his back, aight, leave him
like, he lackin’, thought i ain’t peep him
he scared, i can hear him breathing
shots his chest got him—, like
shots his chest got him wheezin’
flock at an opp n*gga for no reason
i’m a demon, n*gga, i be geekin’
[outro: kdot keepcl!ckin]
like, b*tch, i’mma flock at an opp, like, like
worda bro i’mma flock out the v, like*like, like, like

- kdot keepclickin lyrics

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