self made - king kenmore lyrics
[intro: king kenmore]
king kenmore, n-gga’
yeah, brick skool motha’ f-cka’
man, triple-ply ain’t here right now
solo track n-gga’
man, shout-out to my n-gga’ crisis beats,
royalty free, f-ckin’, f-ckin’ free
here we go, ya’ boy got givenchy n-gga’
here we go, here we go
yeah brick skool n-gga’
here we go
[verse 1: king kenmore]
chillin’ in the hood, down by bedford
rapid pack of wh0r-s lined up by these lamborghini doors,
they call me daddy, daddy, daddy kenmore
you know i’m adored b-tch, come get your reward
by these g-y n-gga’s, girl, you been ignored,
pull out my sword, b-tch, i’m ya’ f-ckin’ lord
by these g-y n-gga’s, girl, f-ck’em no more
you’ve never got a chance to be s-xually explored
girl, come feel this gourd, moans from your vocal chords
keep goin’ b-tch till my seed gets poured, on the floor of the hospice ward
yeah n-gga’, f-ck again’, you ain’t gettin’ no wh0r-s
here we go, k-kenmore
here we go
[verse 2: king kenmore]
ya’ know kenmore gets wh0r-s, like nrg, bunny get on my gumby,
hoes want my paper, that’s all she want from me
i’m gettin’ attention from all these b-tches, ugly
sorry, wanna’ f-ck me? c-nt there’s a weight limit for this d-ck and you don’t fit it
all these n-gga’s trippin’ thinkin’ i quit it
f-ck that n-gga’, that’s why kenmore makin’ this track
i got the whole f-ckin’ brick skool on my back
f-ckin’ love brick skool, i’m on the winning team
so i pour some lean and load a magazine
k!llin’ n-gga’s left and right, still don’t need your insight like p–penstein
our tracks, sure to climb, in the billboard on time
man.. f-ck with me
brick skool
[verse 3: king kenmore]
ma’ caddy straight r-t-rded, just like h-llen keller,
ya’ girl give bad head but i ain’t gonna’ tell her
you know it’s kenmore, higher than a forklift,
girl f-ck with me while you workin’ the night-shift
i climb down the chimney swift
come give her that christmas gift
she ride my stick-shift, her man, yeah he f-ckin’ p-ssed
he wanna’ k!ll me, join the f-ckin’ wait list
b-tch, f-ck ya’ honda, ‘cuz that v-tec, it ain’t sh-t
ho suck my d-ck, ‘cuz my d-ck is significant
all i need is lean b-tch, and all i need is money
ridin’ downtown trynna’ get ‘dat honey,
pour it in my cup, in my double cup
then we’re sure to get f-cked up
higher than columbia
populi i f-ck wit’cha,
yeah, i’m k!llin’ comstock,
elizabeth on my c-ck
bioshock, n-gga’
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