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‎lobotomy - ‎kkkold lyrics

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[verse 1: 1oneam]
ha
gas in my lungs
i might need some tums, ha
eat it when i’m done
countin’ these racks all just for fun
and yo’ boyfriend is a bum, told that n*gga stay his lane
i told brodie watch yo’ mouth, i’ll f*ckin’ sn*tch yo’ chain, ha
brodie, where you lay, ha
smokin’ everyday, ha
ran it up like ten bands, n*gga, how much you make today? yuh
walk in the bank today, ha
yo’ b*tch, she saying my name, ha
walk in that b*tch, say dang, yuh
turn on lil’ zen, it’s flames
know we popping
walk in that b*tch and we pop it, ha
flippin’ that pack, and i lock it, ha
my n*ggas up like a rocket, ha
told lil’ broke n*gga stop it, ha
how much you got in yo’ wallet? ha
told lil’ cappin’ n*gga stop it, ha
money go up and i watch it, ha
n*gga, i’m goin’ and you watching, ha
walk in that b*tch and i’m laughing, ha
pull out them racks and she dancing, ha
i get them racks and the backend, ha
boo*hoo, bro, what happened? ha
boo*hoo, bro, you capping
smokin’, i’m sleep, so high i’m laughing
living the dream, lil’ boy, you laughing
[verse 2: kkkold]
go
money team, let’s stand up
real n*gga, i’m real stand up
i’m in the club when i put my hands up
they say i’m cold, man, i’m so d*mn rough
poppin’ that bean, i get a rush
this b*tch wanna ride on my sh*t
i don’t even write my sh*t
just press record, that’s it
like a new bbl, b*tch sit down
sniff the white up like a bloodhound
he talkin’ that sh*t ’til he go down
lil’ n*gga scared of them gun sounds
took a big ass bus, no greyhound
i’m outside at the right hour
i’m smoking this sticky and it’s so sour
pass me the bl!cky, hit him with the power
i get these plaques, so n*ggas better honor
you wanted them racks? then you can’t be a coward
i get the ice and it’s dripping on me like shower
said she wanna be as rich as me, don’t doubt her
b*tch gon’ lie to me
b*tch, look at my wallet, cheese
they know my pockets green
you still in poverty
that sh*t is comedy
my stats look like stocks to me
i want my apology
i do hollow tip lobotomy
so f*ck n*ggas don’t bother me
you ain’t no og, you ain’t no god to me
my b*tch so into astrology
big ass chop with a big ass beam, hmm
hmm, oh
let’s go

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