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all i have to say - kid cole lyrics

[intro: kid cole]
y*y*you don’t want no smoke with us, we riders, and we ride
putting foresight on the map, better f*ck with it or die
and we pull up with the bl!cks, new york city i reside
but the clique around the globe, we are national

**llouis suck it b*tch hahaha**

[verse 1: kid cole]
y*y*you don’t want no smoke with us, we riders, and we ride
putting foresight on the map, better f*ck with it or die
and we pull up with the bl!cks , new york city, i reside
but the clique around the globe, we are national, and i
don’t f*ck with you lames and you weirdos on my d*ck
i don’t f*ck with you kids on the web who talking sh*t
all of you are losers and you wish you were with us, establishing our name and we kick you from the trust
i said, you better not talk
f*ck is up, look at my eyes
ak*ma come up strapped, and youngest got the prize
foresight is the gang, doing numbers going up
t*t*tired of this bs, can you all just please shut up
i said wrist bleed you test me
f*ck you don’t test me
tired of the bullsh*t, get funky on the left*e
dance, we on the block
daesean riding with the clock
you f*cking with clique and the clique gone have you done (what?)
i said 1, 2, 3, 4, losing all my patience
run your f*cking mouth, and they’re boutta be some patients
up, we rock in memphis
serena like we tennis
pull up on my ass, why the f*ck you in my mentions
riders ain’t my riders so please don’t hit my phone
pull up, 69’ers get the clippers on the hoes
my homies ride, chicago and we beat ’em like we bulls, d*mn
if we catch him lacking you know that we gone go ham
talking, talk a dozen you talking that sh*t for nothing
just remember you’re my son and without me you’d be nothing if it*
[monologue: salemk*ma & kid cole]
uh, hold up cole, you can’t, you can’t say that, uh, you can’t say that
yeah b*tch keep ’em just remember i’m your dad b*tch

[verse 2:salemk*ma]
black vest, lookin on my phone, to find yo address
uber everywhere, i’m gonna pop him like he abscess
full access, all up in yo crib, i’m here to sn*tch necks
if you don’t want no smoke, then you should prolly try to lack less
we bad as f*ck
if you tryna play me, got me mad as f*ck
you gone take this l
all yo homies gone be sad as f*ck
got a oppie, in this dutch, spark it quick, this sh*t is gas as f*ck
got a lil’ b*tch, and she gone f*ck me on no matter what
catch me curb stomping, when i’m ridin’ out with sensei
b*tch i am myself, don’t give a f*ck bout what yo men say
intense hate, fillin up my dms, writing essays
you will never be my brother, you will never be my ese
h*llo s*xy mama, said please just hit my phone on the f*ckin corner, serve crack and keep a chrome
hitting up kid cole, gave me the beat and the flow
you should keep on talkin hot, bet i hit you and yo bro
h*llo s*xy mama, said please just hit my phone on the f*ckin corner, serve crack and keep a chrome, hitting up kid cole, gave me the beat and the flow, imma suck his f*cking toes*

[outro: kid cole & salemk*ma]
woah woah woah woah woah **what?**
what the f*ck **my bad** you’re sus as fu*

- kid cole lyrics

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