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old mckdonald - kleeto lyrics

(fantom)

she ain’t callin’ me, she stallin’ and she testin’ me
mix the flavors like i’m tryna find the recipe
little fn on me do not mention me
this not a math quiz b*tch you can’t be testin’ me
only reason i am here is ‘cause i got the empathy
ball tell ‘em ball britney spears shorty likes celebrities
so many junkies out there doing meth amphetamine
so many (?) and they keep upsetting me
big glock, mac*10, maybe mac*11
f*ck n*gga wanna talk sеnd his ass to heaven
f*cking fn b*tch i keep the smith and wеsson
i ain’t no teacher but we gon’ teach him a lesson
drive the mustang like nascar (reckless)
wreck it ralph that b*tch ‘cause b*tch i’m finna wreck it

(laughing)
y’know how it go

we gon’ shoot up his crib then f*ck his b*tch ‘cause you know how we go
if a n*gga dead and the glock 10 we call him marilyn monroe
with a big glock there and a big glock there
here a shot here a shot everywhere a shot shot
ar 47 hitter you know how it go
met this new b*tch but i’m just tryna f*ck though
cardi b if it’s up then it’s stuck bro
30 clip we shot him 30 times call it luck bro
prince purple rain inside of my double cup hoe
f*ck a double cup n*gga i need me a triple
shoot him in his hip yeah leave that n*gga crippled
yeah i just wanna f*ck the b*tch, after i’m gon’ leave
iceberg on my wrist (achoo!)
i might sneeze

you gon’ make the news
f*ck n*gga what’s new?
pow! shoot that n*gga he won’t have a clue
now i can flex on my ex now i feel like terry crews
lambo truck on the way just so he can take a cruise

- kleeto lyrics

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