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destined - kobenobryant lyrics

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**koben0bryant**
he talking sh*t, we gon’ rob him (b*tch)
f*ck on his b*tch and his momma (momma)
i ride around with a choppa
i’m getting guap [?]
f*ck on that b*tch and her best friend
i wear my straps like i’m reffing
make it out the streets, i’m destined
still on the block, on my weapon
he talking sh*t, we gon’ rob him (gimme that)
f*ck on his b*tch and his momma (momma)
i ride around with a choppa
i’m getting guap [?]
f*ck on that b*tch and her best friend
i wear my straps like i’m reffin’
make it out the streets, i’m destined
still on the block, on my weapon

still on the block serving jay’s
still in the hood catching plays
she got a man but that’s bae
i put my kids on her face
i’m a big dog in the streets, we go to war when there’s beef (facts)
we shoot them shots like a three, lil’ n*ggas look up to me (on my momma)
i love my money and weed, i love my money and freaks (freak*os)
i love my money and lean, i love my money and geeks
i love my money and diamonds, i fell in love with the streets (streets)
payment that’s all in a minute, been in the trap for weeks
posted with bands, got lots of tweaks * i ride around with a choppa on me
my n*ggas baby, they servin up pee, i’m throwing packs like hercules
i’m in this b*tch off percs and beans, me and lil’ evvv boutta pull out some lean
we hang with gang, can’t pull up on me
my n*ggas fight back [?]
he talking sh*t, we gon’ rob him (b*tch)
f*ck on his b*tch and his momma (momma)
i ride around with a choppa
i’m getting guap [?]
f*ck on that b*tch and her best friend
i wear my straps like i’m reffing
make it out the streets, i’m destined
still on the block, on my weapon
he talking sh*t, we gon’ rob him (gimme that)
f*ck on his b*tch and his momma (momma)
i ride around with a choppa
i’m getting guap [?]
f*ck on that b*tch and her best friend
i wear my straps like i’m reffin’
make it out the streets, i’m destined
still on the block, on my weapon

**evvv**
pull out with koben0bryant
you ain’t getting money, you lying
[?] all on my zone, if i keep the [?]
shooting the [?], perfect timing
yuh, slatt, yeah i’m fine
she gon’ give me head, why so dry
can’t f*ck [?] that p*ssy got mileage
so tell me the plan, though
f*ck with the perc, no xans though
{?} layin’ low, might give his ass a halo
all blue hunnids, it’s play*dough
spent my guap like ‘tato
one punch knockout, it’s k.o
drop his phone {?] faygo, slatt

i’m on a mission
i gotta get it, run up them digits
don’t f*ck with you b*tches
don’t f*ck with you n*ggas, you n*ggas be snitches
smokin them woods i relax in the churches
these n*ggas want beef but they part of my fitness
(you don’t want [?])
don’t act about sh*t that ain’t none of your business

**koben0bryant**
he talking sh*t, we gon’ rob him (b*tch)
f*ck on his b*tch and his momma (momma)
i ride around with a choppa
i’m getting guap [?]
f*ck on that b*tch and her best friend
i wear my straps like i’m reffing
make it out the streets, i’m destined
still on the block, on my weapon
he talking sh*t, we gon’ rob him (gimme that)
f*ck on his b*tch and his momma (momma)
i ride around with a choppa
i’m getting guap [?]
f*ck on that b*tch and her best friend
i wear my straps like i’m reffin’
make it out the streets, i’m destined
still on the block, on my weapon

- kobenobryant lyrics

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