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bb living - kelo gee lyrics

came up off the runtzy cake remember selling docey do, gas on me loud just like a scat pack on an open road
she talking bout ruth chris like wendy’s ain’t got no 4 for 4’s, n*gga just like michael myers all these n*ggas chasing hoes!
see me and him different, like a dice game boy i break the hoe
she gone let me f*ck for free these n*ggas tryna pay the hoe
sip of that bobby, last july i was breaking bows. how you want more opps than money? no motion you crazy
and i can’t pull over for n0body on god i just can not, n*gga talm bout them switches i got a hemi on that glock. it go, phew get down! it’s a difference on that shot
so think twice about you playing before you come up on that block
ipd watching my street i think they tryna stop my bread, ian tripping so just pull up right beside the old fred’s
i got a hitta with no name he black and tall like takco fall, i mix toosie with the prada she like my ugly ass got off. —? man that sh*t be paid for in cash dummy, n*gga don’t even know my real name and get on your ass dummy
beef with who? it ain’t bout sh*t at all if it ain’t bout the money, boy i come through serving car to car look like i work at sonic
yea excuse me sir? let me get those dior’s in a 46
this b*tch wanna see me but i’m laid up with another b*tch
whole paint of wock, get a sprite and cup from double quick. see this b*tch confused cause she ain’t never heard of double quick
want me to pay her for the p*ssy, she want me to beg and plead before i beg a hoe to f*ck i swear god i’ll beat my meat, she want back shots she short as h*ll this hoe like 5’3, and she suck my d*ck so long i done forgot she got knees. bankrolls and bows, exotic hoes and designer cloths used to be it’s fashion now i f*ck off in designer stores, you know ian no boxer but li kelo got a couple bows, y’all know i lied boy i still be f*cking ugly hoes. bankrolls and bows, exotic hoes and designer cloths used to be it’s fashion now i f*ck off in designer stores
yea yea, i keep a couple bows
y’all know i lied you know li kelo f*cking ugly hoes
and ian stutting them n*ggas, boy i’m clutching while they mugging me
pillow talking to these hoes the only way y’all pushing p
b*tch i’m different i went pound for pound while they went ppp
—*? i’m like a tampon, boy i’m tryna get inside the b*tch, if she fat as h*ll i take my time and get behind the b*tch
n*ggas be stepping quiet as h*ll, they get hit up and hide the sh*t
put a d*ld* on a mongoose all these n*ggas riding d*ck
yea, they can say whatever bout the kid just know my money long, got on your robe playing your game with your b*tch bonnet on
gripping on her neck while i’m pulling out her feed*ins
ion give no f*ck baby boy li kelo need his
(and i’m that ratchet ass li n*gga from the plaza, i can careless bout these dog ass hoes cause i done had em. i went pound for pound she done bought him a slow ass camaro. mixing green with the yellow aaron rodgers on the passenger) yea do your dance wodey, bow bow, i said bow get down! yea i say —?

okay, why they hating on the kid mane i done ran up 10k in 3 mother f*cking weeks, ian posed to be drug dealing, i supposed to be somewhere hooping b*tch. you somewhere loosing b*tch. get the f*ck on

- kelo gee lyrics

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