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don't stop - kid kaine lyrics

[chorus: vaunfe]
danger! danger! you don’t want no problems boy
my n-ggas ain’t talking boy, we shooting them targets boy
king of the city, left my key with all my n-ggas boy
keep it the realest, i see through you b-tch n-ggas boy

won’t stop ’til they k!ll me in this b-tch
don’t stop, bet they feel me in this b-tch
hip hop’s in our hands, we couldn’t drop it if we slipped
these women on our d-ck, because we’re living hood rich!
real n-gga sh—

[verse 1: kid kaine]
success is not an option b-tch
i heard the talk behind my back, but it’s okay, that’s where i sh-t
i’m popping off on these lame n-ggas, ask your girl bout kaine n-gga
n-ggas say i’m a fake n-gga, but n-ggas lie, that’s why i hate n-ggas
ion’t greet them, speak to them
not there when they need a friend
on the grind, i just see ahead
so f-ck the rest that don’t see the end
and f-ck everything that a n-gga believes
and f-ck all these b-tches a n-gga can squeeze
and f-ck all these n-ggas and b-tches i see
and f-ck every b-st-rd child they conceive
bam bam, i bam bam, ride your girl, that’s trans am
she need kaine, no gram gram, because i go so d-mn ham
pop your jaw, if you’re popping off, stop it dog, you’re f-cking lost
i done sh-t, so i run sh-t, if you didn’t know ask the cops

[chorus: vaunfe]

[verse 2: kid kaine]
okay it’s time to spit again
won’t stop ’til i’m in the door and get my n-ggas in
hakuna matata, ’cause i know we gon’ get it in
smoking that no worries, i swear that i’m a kid again
you f-ck with me, then i f-ck with you. don’t f-ck with me? then grab a noose
my dutch grape, my weed blue, my b-tch bad, her friend too
rolling up the never lose, lit it with that keep it true
blowing out that w, ash it on that something new
i be going ham on these beats that i’m producing
so much so that part of me considers me a f-cking nuisance
when i do it , b-tch i lose it, i be snoopin’ on a cuban
but i gut it and re-stuff with that salad like i’m newman
never have an off day, so these broads all on me
this beats an appetizer, and these rappers is the entree
sipping on that bombay, puff puffing on that army
wait, let me p-ss that to vaunfe

[chorus: vaunfe]

- kid kaine lyrics

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