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kid carmello - kid carmello lyrics

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this b*tch wanna ride me like a rodeo
big bills, and i will k!ll for your rollie
no joke, when she pop off the top, call me corleone
your track sounded like sh*t, gimme polio

this pack burnin’ real fast like a cigarette, d*mn
i can make a g quick, like an internet scam
if you call me, i don’t fold, but i lay hands
and i make your b*tch bust in my f*ckin’ ray bans

from the great north, ballin’ up with the crown ‘roy

met you half way to the drop, how’d i do that?

big stick, got a big brick? i can move that

in a race, yes i do lap, cause i do track
no team but i’m with the crew and we do rap
get you whacked in a hot second for a cool rack

on a mission, but i got a new task
target on your head, i don’t plan to shoot past
50k spotted, and it’s coming out ‘yapocket
it was on ya dead body so you know i loot fast
pop you after hoppin’ out the minivan
i got many mans, they got many hands
i’ve been gettin lotta wap the way that fetty can
i got fetty too, i got h*lla browns, i get many blues
i got h*lla muscle, i’m a super heavy dude

i’m a heavy weight, send you up to heaven gates
i could do it now to demonstrate
i got 6 around me, told the bro to “gimme seven days”
cause i never chase, ‘less you talkin cheddar, i don’t celebrate

i’m gettin’ high, i like to levitate
and i got a clip, know it’s full of sh*t that’s gonna penetrate
you can love me like a god, hate me like the devil hate
cause i’m st*rdy for the provolone, i got h*lla ‘pape

i don’t play around, mothaf*cker i don’t even date
rather cruise up in the city, while i’m smokin on some shake
had some haters on the net, now they don’t know what to say
got a lot, i don’t mean cash, i mean on my plate, ay

gettin richer, in the mix, now i’m gettin stronger
ice box gimme love, droppin’ many commas
yung trapper in the stu’, with a semi on em
and a mini chopper, it get hotter than a benihana
i said drop ’em off, never said to drop’ em
but they had the drop, wrist drippin’ when they off’d ’em
then i tried to call him, but he didn’t answer
so assuming he’s a goner, sent a thousand to his daughter

- kid carmello lyrics

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