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internet - kentry lyrics

[intro: kentry]
man, you know how the f*ck we comin’, man, otb, gutta gang sh*t
yeah
you know what we been on, mane, i ain’t even gon’ cap witcha
(ah, man, it’s the chronic, don’t even worry ’bout it)

[verse 1: kentry & lg malique]
thinkin’ you tough, lil’ boy, yee’ ain’t no gangster (yeah)
don’t know why they trust you, they know you a stranger (grrlah)
on god, when we catch you, just know you in danger (b*tch)
hop out, beat your ass like we power rangers
just k!ll yourself, tryna do you a favor (on gang)
flow on this beat, man, i feel like [? 0:25] (on gang)
might slide on your b*tch, so you better go save her (yeah)
rollin’ up with them b*tches, smoke some’ like a vapor (grrlah, bah)
just like a brace, i just want the neck (yeah)
weed might bе laced, so why crumble that? (on gang)
heard you got that sack, manе, just fumble that (get you)
i might just go take it, i’m feelin’ upset (get you)
blunt smoke your ass, man, i wonder who next (let me blow it)
smoke your whole gang, then be higher than a jet (b*tch)
you say you gon’ k!ll me, that feel like a threat
you say you gon’ k!ll me, that feel like a threat (he ain’t on sh*t)
always clutchin’ on toolies (b*tch), boy, you need to stop, n*gga (for real)
as a f*ckin’ youngin (what i been?), always been a hot n*gga (on the gang)
b*tch, i’m from ash street (where i was at?), i was on the block, n*gga (for real)
with them oldheads (boom*boom), teach me how to rob n*ggas (grrt*lah)
put your hands in the air like we givin’ you five
me and lil’ sour fosho gonna slide
and yeah, when we slide (boom), you better not hide (on gang)
we gon’ look through the hood to see if he outside
ugh, we catch you like chicken, you fried
pop at your house like it’s a surprise (yeah)
i heard you switched gangs (malique), boy, stick to one side
and this just a message and boy, you know why
b*tch*ass n*gga
[verse 2: lg malique]
ayy, kentry x malique, if he go, you know i’ma go, n*gga (yeah, hol’ up)
never been a b*tch and i ain’t never been weak, i’ma f*ck around and bodybag a ho n*gga (glah)
raised on cherry like a n*gga love fruits, self*made rich n*gga, i ain’t never wear a suit
put a hole in a n*gga like i took a big scoop, [? 1:28], tell the truth
[? 1:30] the hood had strips
you broke a n*gga heart when he lied, the f*ck n*gga tried
really ain’t got no heart, put oil on their feet, and the n*gga still ain’t gon’ slide
threw the boy the gun and he panicked
romantic*ass n*gga what you is, bet he got on pink panties
son, don’t leave the house without that strap
they ashamed if my mama knew the gun come in handy (on gang)
tatted on my arm and my neck
and the only thing i’m ’bout to get in charge and a check
college b*tch gon’ let me sneak off in her dorm and do s*x
know some n*ggas who’ll pop you like a [? 1:51], i don’t flex
i’m a top*notch n*gga, so you know i gotta tax
i don’t f*ck with a mouse, but i’ll rat*a*tat*tat
big pole with a fat head, lookin’ like a brat
and how the f*ck i’ma go cap when i don’t ever wear hats, lil’ dumb*ass n*gga?
ayy, what’s really goin’ on?
know a couple n*ggas who’ll put it to your dome
know some compton n*ggas who ain’t comin’ back home
know a couple n*ggas who’ll k!ll for a song
know a lot of folks in the world, they ain’t never got swerved
[? 2:08] twenty times and i caught him on the curb
lil’ n*gga, what you talkin’? [? 2:12]
i’m like [? 2:13] van, i swerve (malique)
[outro: lg malique]
mmm*mmm, mmm (mmm*mmm)
mmm*mmm*mmm, mmm, mmm
(he don’t want smoke)
he don’t want smoke (unh*uh), no
he just want talk on internet (ah, d*mn)
unh*uh (yeah), he don’t want this (godd*mn, godd*mn)
he don’t want smoke (glah)
he just gonna talk on internet (b*tch)

- kentry lyrics

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