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osama walk - klmketa lyrics

[verse 1: klmkea]
uh, hop out the car and i’m sippin’ that syrup (syrup)
big mac 10, no lil uzi vert (vert)
got a big 30 glock and a lil’ 30 perc (perc)
i hit it so good that she grab my shirt (shirt)
it’s all fun and games ’til a n*gga get merked
throw racks in the air, make a lil’ bih twerk
gra* grab that chop and that glock get to work
fake ah n*gga, you is not no slime
you talk sh*t just to waste yo’ time
i got a 10 so i can’t shoot 9 right now, my partner got a glock 29
he talk so d*mn tough, when we find his house, that boy gon’ run from the 5
he talk sh*t on his instagram for that clout, won’t get it when the klm fire
she do trick with the whole d*ck in her mouth, got a n*gga sayin’ “oh my god”
you want peace but steady be running yo’ mouth, n*gga, f*ck yo’ k*mbaya
shoot outs in broad day ‘fore the sun go down, got the whole street too d*mn hot
my n*ggas run n*ggas out of the [?], last n*gga playеd out, then he in a box

[verse 2: klmhonos]
bro, pass me thе chop, i’ma blow that b*tch
cut the* cut the ho off, i don’t know that b*tch
easy ass jugg, i stole that sh*t
run off with the glock like you hold that bih
n*gga tried to run up, get rolled up quick
got a couple more racks, i’ma blow that quick
said you counting up, son, n*gga, show that sh*t
if you got more drank, i’ma pour that sh*t
[verse 3: klmketa & klmhonos]
real n*gga tat but none of these n*ggas is real so all these fake n*ggas fail
lil’ opp b*tch wanna f*ck with a klm n*gga, keep the glock while the b*tch get railed
walk ’round this b*tch with a big ass glock on my hip, just in case i gotta leave a n*gga pale
ain’t no walkin’ the beast [?]
strap with the heat, goin’ down, quick [?]
pa* pack on me reek, i like how that sh*t smell
ni*n*gga try creepin’, we send him to h*ll
like a taco, we sending them sh*lls
tell no lie so we not finna fail
gettin’ guapos and [?]
n*ggas be fraudulent they don’t be for real
n*ggas be in the field, just like we in the field

[verse 4: klmketa & klmhonos]
b*tch suck d*ck in the motherf*ckin’ four*door
bad man, hit a b*tch with the slow stroke
ayy, boss up, that b*tch, she a throat goat
brown skin, call the lil’ b*tch coco
fourth time, she just drunk four loko
bad b*tch just drunk like fofo
bad ass lil’ n*gga, he the po*po
drop a kick like a sensei in the dojo
get popped by a n*gga named hono
when that sh*t hit ya’ top, take ya’ afro
she gon’ f*ck the whole clique, she a fast ho
[?] now i look like a fat ho
n*gga said that he real but he cap though
if you not with the gang, he gon’ backdoor

- klmketa lyrics

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