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requirements - kg smokey lyrics

[intro: kg smokey]
broke b*tch can’t f*ck a millie squad
baby f*ck with us you finna get a job
lot of n*ggas talkin’, same n*ggas gettin’ robbed
broke b*tches can’t f*ck with the squad
(ron ron do that sh*t)
baby f*ck with us you finna get a job
lot of n*ggas talkin’, same n*ggas gettin’ robbed

[chorus: kg smokey]
broke b*tches can’t f*ck with the squad (squad)
baby f*ck with one of us you finna get a job (get a job)
lot of n*ggas talkin’, same n*ggas gettin’ robbed (gettin’ robbed)
sams n*ggas still broke, now we up in the sun

[verse 1: kg smokey]
n*ggas f*cked up
suicidal you tryna slide on us
extendo clip, louder, ran longer than a party bus
check the scoreboard, yeah my n*ggas gon’ run them numbers (run em up)
all bosses sittin’ at my table like the mafia (like the mafia)
have a b*tch gon’ sell her p*ssy like it’s offer up (sell that p*ssy baby)
all blue strips, lil’ b*tch i got a lot of them (run)
i don’t give a f*ck like i never put a condom on
this watch on my wrist look somethin’ like an audemars
all i gotta do is press a b*tton, now the car is on
wow that n*gga smokey come up, he is a lot of fun
lot of flockin’, lot of robbin’, b*tch, yeah i want it all (swipe it baby)
make a b*tch checkin’ every fan, got my pockets strong
i put my lips on [?] and now i’m not enough
b*tch we in the field, kickin’ sh*t like a soccer ball
big choppas in the minivan, no soccer moms
cutthroat n*ggas, lil’ b*tch don’t get your head knocked off

[post*chorus: audiijune]
millie squad’s a squad b*tch
if you ain’t f*ckin’ with the squd get a job b*tch
b*tch you heard it, you been heard it
you heard i was gon’ change, f*ck outta here

[verse 2: audiijune]
we employing these shorty’s, but b*tch where’s your resume
and if you sellin’ p*ssy i know you can sell this mary jane
b*tch, take this pack, go here and then make this play
but come back to the crib ‘cause you know you got a date
full time job and i’m a full time employer
but that first ten bands gettin’ put away for a lawyer
i be savin’ all this money, my b*tches think i’m a h**rder
she can’t hold a dollar, nope, not even a quarter
and can’t no b*tch approach me without her bag right
b*tch i’m audiijune, i can show you this fast life
but you know i’m throat, so we doin’ the dash right
and if i see an op it gettin’ like up like flashlight
are you ready for it?
is you ready for that?
is you ready to ho?
if you ready to trap?
but real 304 and you better not rap
b*tch i’m on the run and i ain’t goin’ back

- kg smokey lyrics

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