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double 0 five - kenn apollo lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i’m finna buy the whole d*mn jet
gotta keep all your hoes in check
i put the patek on that flex
shawty went a.p on the neck

[chorus]
hop out that car wit that mothef*cker goin bout 285
got the machete on me i got n*ggas who carry that fye
b*tch trya run up on me best believe that lil n*gga gon die
hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five
yeah hol up she selling that sh*t
yeah hol up she breaking that sh*t
yeah hol up he bailing that sh*t
yeah hol up he telling that sh*t
hop out that car wit that mothef*cker goin bout 285
hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five

[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i had to hold like a lot of sh*t back just to get where i’m at
you p*ssy ass n*ggas can’t predict where i’m taking this at
i’m passing that hoe to the gang yeah for sure she a spoiled lil brat
yeah come get your sh*t wack
i put the b*tch ass n*gga off in the tract
yeah to be exact
we catch the lil b*tch leave his body detached
yeah shawty attached
she said she would rather cry tears in a track
yeah she on my back
cause she know apollo be tasting like crack
we hop in the rover we shoot like an range
b*tch all these bodies we goin insane
tag him like hobby lobby put u in a frame
got caught up with the feds now he pointing the blame
she wanna f*ck all my guys for the fame
i put that b*tch on to the scene i proclaim
this b*tch acting bold she don’t know my game
i f*cked her so good she don’t know her name
i f*cked her so good she said she just
give me the brain call that major pain
this sh*t like an lottery we getting change
she an dog ass b*tch f*cking on the whole gang
she was sucking that
she ain’t got no shame
put him on an x we put him on an kane
give all my real n*ggas all gold chains
i got all the time i feel like dame
[chorus 2]
yeah
i’m finna buy the whole d*mn jet
gotta keep all your hoes in check
i put the patek on that flex
shawty went a.p on the neck
hop out that car wit that mothef*cker goin bout 285
got the machete on me i got n*ggas who carry that fye
b*tch trya run up on me best believe that lil n*gga gon die
hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five
yeah hol up she selling that sh*t
yeah hol up she breaking that sh*t
yeah hol up he bailing that sh*t
yeah hol up he telling that sh*t
hop out that car wit that mothef*cker goin bout 285
hop on the track with no hook take it back to like double 0 five
got the machete on me i got n*ggas who carry that fye

- kenn apollo lyrics

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