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you, me, him & her (freestyle) - king.kid lyrics

two blunts in, got me feeling fantastic
smoke by myself, ion really like to pass sh*t
tryna stack books like it’s f*cking scholastic
b*tch, i’m in fury like brad pitt
tryna get the money, ball hard like a draft pick
don’t get caught, you gotta stash it
you can be in first, but who’s lasting
broke ain’t a joke, so who’s laughing
funny how the ride fly past em
i’m a fly b*st*rd
looking like i’m fresh outta the casket
things changed when king got the carter, no maverick
n*gga been with it, i just really had to grasp it
rob the whole game, ion even gotta mask it
and i got stripes, i ain’t ever have to flag it
hair on my b*tch so long, she gotta drag it
one time, i got so high, i bought a dragon
rode the b*tch to mars and sh*tted on saturn
i feel like beanie mac with it, the flow different
i bet you you could put your nose in it
and soul lift in an instant, d*mn this dope different
what i’m cooking up bound to burn the whole kitchen
rhymes like viola davis
youngin’ teaching n*ggas how to get away with murder daily
how to murder every cadence, i ain’t playing n*gga, pay me
never can enslave me, b*tch i ain’t lazy
b*tch are you crazy? everything’s gravy
my ones don’t mash potatoes unless they aiming
birthday suit dinner, my thanksgiving baby
she eat the nut for it, my thanks giving baby
n*gga been smoking so long, i out*smoke my own blunt
and tell my plug he got the wrong stuff
going like 100 bars for a n*gga ain’t enough
i’m tryna make a 100 million then right after, double up
mother f*ck 100 bucks, in god i trust
a n*gga never touch my family, he might turn into dust
if you were a real n*gga, you might turn into us
yea we hall of fame, but we were never known to be busts
i knew i would be the sh*t when i was riding the bus
going to school to take a class that didn’t matter that much
i was too bent on all these b*tches and me rapping and such
but a n*gga always learn like i was skipping my lunch
(yea) and i ain’t missing a punch
i got the drip and she a juice fiend missing the punch
shorty rock assorted weaves, you still missing the punch
i just found her g spot, and the clue was a hunch
don’t you worry bout my n*ggas, know i came with a bunch
all these n*ggas flows washed, think of hanging it up
i just always liked dough, know i stay with a buck
dear mama, know your son finally made it, we up
60 hours, move the work and re up
and the clock starts ticking when the baggie is touched
this ain’t green bay n*gga, i don’t play with the pack
blitz package in, have the clients running for sacks
when i say it’s game over, we ain’t running it back
sore loser and your b*tch taking shots from the back
had to revamp myself, bring comfortable back
whole game was sleeping on me, pull the comforter back

- king kid lyrics

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