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fidel castro - khalil vegas lyrics

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(warm-up)
ey
alright
ey, yo, ey

(intro)
free bam, free x, who next in the jam
nappy headed n-gg- b-mping old school d.r.a.m
neglectful fam, f-cking fiendin fanta
never had a dad, i don’t believe in santa
i dont pray alot because it slip my mind
i never keep a b-tch cause i’m a waste of time
pastors hate me, all my exes played me, and if i ever had a rope bet you couldn’t save me

(verse 1)
daddy issues, f-cking grab a tissue
you a young bull, stop acting p-ssy
4, 5, 6 n-gg-s rocking stussy, imma rob they -ss for the f-cking fun
don’t gang bang, just clutch the gun, and if the cops come, n-gg-s better run
imma wild boy call me waka flocka
choppa opera screaming like r-t-rded llamas

( verse 1 breakdown)
say i joke around to much like what
say ya boy bout to go to h-ll that’s clutch
say i’m the street like cars, bars
sipping on sh-t that’s rated r
ran up in a house last night like what
all of my girls had a bubble b-tt
stay up in yo place like a fitted, f-ck it
act like a bra with a t-tty, f-ck it

(outro)
popping the fire be bracking my cousin got out he not lacking
like ey, woah
asking me how i don’t know, i just roll in bowl and i’m toting that fire i’m pope
cutting me off like a rope, ey
not that important no more, ey
stomp on that b-tch in a basket, ey
stomp on that b-tch in a casket, ey

- khalil vegas lyrics

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