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country interlude - kritikl lyrics

(verse #1)
i remember going downtown, trappin’ on the block, they know what i’m doin’
i’m gonna go get my money up, move my family out the hood
yeah, i’mma run it up
don’t try to go do it again, cause, i’m the only one who can
i’m the only one here, who can play pretend
n0body else can play pretend like me, i’m gonna go again
they know what we doin’, i’m gonna go to the freakin’ ruins
you don’t know what i be goin’ through, look
i’m boutta go to school, make it past my grades
i’m gonna go to the f*ckin’ side
i’m gonna to the other side, see what they doin’
they try to f*ckin’ trip around me and come to my hood
but, they know what i got
they know a lot, they know that i be traveling around the hood
going to the*, mm, vloggin’ all my life stories

(verse #2)
going through the sides, coming through the odds
i don’t care about these n*ggas, they don’t care about me
i don’t care anyway, cause i’m gonna make it out
get my family out the hood, make some money, and make a couple racks
millions of dollars, thousands of dollars
you can’t make no money like me, i be going out my way to*, to get out the motherfreakin’ streets
they don’t know what we do, and i’m what i got
they know what i got, i’m ‘boutta call my homies
ayy, bro, stop your sh*t, let’s go to the four
we always thinkin’, i’m watching all the episodes of bluey on repeat for hours straight
they don’t know what we do
they don’t know what i got, they don’t know what i*
they don’t know what i sow, i reap what i sow
like kenny lamar said, in his nosetalgia
(verse #3)
baby, come and find me, i’m right where you need me
you got an ass, it’s fat, so i like you even more
baby girl, you know what i got in store for you
so, why don’t you stop on my side?
listen, i’m gettin’ the girl, with kippin’
listen to my friend, allen, i bust a little bit of that method
i just wanna f*ck on the scene, and you my buddha, babe
leave his body parts at the scene, could you go, i’m elite
ah, i’m gonna go to the house
make it something else, excuses about?
bullets in, bullets hit his family’s brain
these bullets keep on talkin’ reck’, to much, forget the beam

- kritikl lyrics

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