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book em - kennyraccs lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: enphamus]
book us for a show, we ain’t gon’ play, pipe up on apd
i knew how to load a glock before i knew my a*b*c’s
rappin’ ’bout them bodies, pistol poppin’, n*ggas c*a*p
gave my bro a dub, i told him, “stay down, get yo’ g.e.d.”
b*tch, i get sh*t poppin’ like the grease on fried bologna
come from zero, really nothin’, split my re*up wit’ my homies
look, n0body wasn’t there when i was down bad on my lonely
talk ’bout bodies on that phone, that boy a capper, he a phony

[verse 1: enphamus]
in the city, b*tch, i got more sharks than state farm arena
b*tch set up a three*point shootout, not even overtime could see us
lil’ p*ssy, let’s go glock for glock, more shots than gilbert and arenas
she can call me fat and pillow talk, don’t care, she ate my p*n*s
i hop up out some p*ssy ‘fore i buy a blue check
when i get my next advance, i’m back buyin’ n*ggas heads
i lost it all, look at my eyes, i ain’t gon’ stop until he dead
b*tch, i get p*ssed and turn to cyclops, swear to god i’m seein’ red
i ain’t gotta spike the lil’ hoe drink, she gon’ f*ck me ’cause my chain
she gon’ f*ck me ’cause my watch, she gon’ f*ck me ’cause my name
that’s on god, that’s on the gang
like, girl, he fat, but he got bang
he bust his gun, heard he got range
he turned my baby daddy to a stain, b*tch
[chorus: enphamus & kennyraccs]
book us for a show, we ain’t gon’ play, pipe up on apd
i knew how to load a glock before i knew my a*b*c’s
rappin’ ’bout them bodies, pistol poppin’, n*ggas c*a*p
gave my bro a dub, i told him, “stay down, get yo’ g.e.d.”
b*tch, i get sh*t poppin’ like the grease on fried bologna
come from zero, really nothin’, split my re*up wit’ my homies
look, n0body wasn’t there when i was down bad on my lonely (ayy)
talk ’bout bodies on that phone, that boy a capper, he a phony

[verse 2: kennyraccs]
ayy, mask on in the ride, it’s time to slide, i’m from where n*ggas die
couple members died, they wasn’t alive ‘fore i could tell ’em, “bye”
tough when you online, but in person, you won’t hurt a fly
hitters on assignment, got ’em sittin’ like a qb
[?] n*gga, grab my glock before i wake up, take a p*ss
i was tired of being broke, i had to jump out, take a risk
heat on me, sh*t get greasy, fry that boy just like some fish
lit ’em up, now he a ghost, get smoked like a pound of tree
cross that line, don’t come back ’round up on that, “brother,” sh*t
got my other b*tch mad, and she caught me wit’ another b*tch
screamin’, “f*ck ’em all,” most these n*ggas be on sucker sh*t
chopper cut ’em down, split ’em open like a surgery
went against the grain, i sent shots out like he clubbin’ wit’ me
came from nothin’, i put sh*t together like a puzzle piece
most these n*ggas cl!ck up, go against us, they can’t f*ck wit’ me
always smoke, then when you see me, bruh, get up wit’ me
you ain’t on nothin’, n*gga
[chorus: enphamus]
book us for a show, we ain’t gon’ play, pipe up on apd
i knew how to load a glock before i knew my a*b*c’s
rappin’ ’bout them bodies, pistol poppin’, n*ggas c*a*p
gave my bro a dub, i told him, “stay down, get yo’ g.e.d.”
b*tch, i get sh*t poppin’ like the grease on fried bologna
come from zero, really nothin’, split my re*up wit’ my homies
look, n0body wasn’t there when i was down bad on my lonely
talk ’bout bodies on that phone, that boy a capper, he a phony

- kennyraccs lyrics

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