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big tman free - kjdagod lyrics

yeah kj the god b*tch
yeah them n*ggas not your type
not girl don’t lie yeah

aye them n*ggas not your type yeah
bought you all these things and you ain’t poppin’
feeling like i’m micheal with the jackson (jackson)
b*tch you know i get all these racks yeah
aye need a b*tch that’s gonna bring that money (that bag)
yeah you for me
aye heard these n*ggas that be coming for me (for me)
tell them n*ggas i’m not hiding they can get (yeah)
easy k!ll b*tch i ain’t no sinner (swear to god)
aye n*gga ya die imma send it (send it)
aye yeah taken ain’t given
aye he cant take nothing from me like gucci
b*tch i ain’t rockin’ in no coogi
aye cool g ride baby got you better
d*mn pay attention
aye my big homie got free yeah let him out
and all these b*tches want me yeah i’m popping now
aye prolly like a club soda
aye i need a rover
aye i need something like a shoulder
aye i could be the gun you can be my holder (holder)
aye he ain’t know my gun you can’t hold it (hold it)
aye i can’t trust n0body
aye cause all of this money can’t trust no one (trust no one)
and all of these n*ggas be stealing something
and all these n*ggas, they up to no good (yeah)
get these n*ggas out my hood (yeah, yeah)
and b*tch i’m really brackin’ in the city (aah)
yeah i know you see it with me (with me)
really really poppin’ on this town (hmm)
tell them n*ggas just cut it out (hmm)
tell them n*ggas yea to stop biting my style (hmm)
stop biting my style get you own bruh (hmm)
n*gga f*ck ya homeboy
aye got the choppa we gon’ explode yah
b*tch i’m balling like spalding (swish)
… what you call it
and you call it something like that t*man
something yeah i don’t understand?
why these n*ggas broke with no hoes?
how these n*ggas broke, got bros?
how the f*ck them yo bros and they don’t help you? (help you)
can’t tell bruh
can’t drown up in that lake i’m like micheal phelps (woo)
do it for my gang and myself (yeah, yeah)
aye do it for my motherf*ckin’ kids
b*tch, i need them stripes
aye if i ain’t getting broke got yo sh*t (ha)
can never go broke we in yo sh*t
aye hit a n*gga like he is a likka (likka, likka)
like tippa
aye and they call me tip like a clifford
d*mn n*gga what the f*ck you here for? (here for)
man i swear to god i miss my f*cking cousin (cousin)
granny, auntie and all above em
man i swear i miss all of them (yeah)
red tymes
aye b*tch know me l.t.
m dues gang (dues gang) b*tch imma shoot if she choosin’
aye girl them not n*ggas not your type (type)
man them n*ggas ain’t right
why you think he write because he ain’t right
aye girl he got your best intentions
i’m talking me myself and did i mention (yeah)
everybody over here be cappin’ (cappin’)
n*ggas be lying they ain’t snapping
aye i can’t cap and i can’t battle rap with n*ggas
man p*ssy n*gga get out your feelings
swear to god these n*ggas hate to the ceiling (on gang)
can’t even measure this sh*t past the ceiling
yeah i got a watch and its diamonds (and it’s diamonds)
b*tch yea and it’s timeless (timeless)
don’t want that b*tch she be assin’ (don’t want that b*tch)
don’t want that b*tch cause she cr*ppin’ (yeah, yeah)
aye cr*ppin’ out yeah she fall off (fall off)
b*tch yeah don’t fall off
and when you go broke, them n*ggas they gon’ disappear
aye get them n*ggas up out here b*tchin’
you ain’t gang n*gga, get up out here
and i’m only f*cking with the lanes
denverlanes (gang, gang)
and i be the screwy yeah the louie (the louie)
louisville continues thought you knew it
aye b*tch yeah i’m feeling like a dookie (dookie, dookie)
yea what you doing?
aye baby yea no cappin’ it all right
freestyle this sh*t cause i ain’t right
living my life it ain’t right (it ain’t right)
i swear to god they tryna take my life (life)
man i’m thinking about having a wife
is you loyal baby, is you just for me? (for me)
is you just for m. (don’t lie to me)
let that sink in yea whoa (whoa)
b*tch yea i ain’t trying to die like woo (like woo)
aye feeling like the woo like i’m pop smoke
aye get your girl smoked (aye)
n*gga you get smoked too like swisher (swisher)
p*ssy n*gga get out your feelings
i can never ever ever feel you (i can never feel you)
get these p*ssy n*ggas out my section (yeah)
i don’t know why these n*ggas stressin’ (yeah)
i don’t know who gon’ address it (yea)
aye with this virus going on
with this virus

- kjdagod lyrics

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