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g to the g - kt foreign lyrics

{intro}
(you loved me once, you hurt me twice before)
(i can’t love you anymore)
(you keep telling me lies)
(so i must say goodbye)

(you loved me once, you hurt me twice before)
(i can’t love you anymore)
(you keep telling me lies)
(so i must say goodbye)

(hey taewon)

{verse 1: ebk jaaybo}
aye, aye, aye, you know i keep glizzy
aye, aye, aye, you know i keep glizzy
way too much for 30 shots, i think i need 50
brains on the pavement at the* i know that scene sickening
outstanding member sh*t baby, oh this team business
pick lil play up when we slide cause he gon’
he gon’, he gon’, aye, he gon’ leave something
nightmare on scribbler st, i’m a 3 stuffer
i’m itching just to shoot, that’s a message to you mean muggers
i told him at the interview make room cause the team coming

[verse 2: kt foreign}
i pop, yippin out this, feel like it’s a yercocet (i pop yippin)
chop suey, mac 11, it could hurt a vet
me and fully specialize in, make him do tourette’s
walking around with mini mistols, we a region threat
neck buster, mr mac toter choking bullies out
fitted up with lo for me, doing turn arounds
fiends don’t hop up in my load without no bands out
get to playing with my money he get fanned down

{verse 3: ebk lil play}
(fah, fah)
it get fanned down
and every time i pull through sections it’s a man down
and pull them bands out
don’t let me bring that baby drac i love the k sound
b*tches nerds, i need a benz so just get out the whip
223’s beat that load down, b*tch i need the strip
nightingale, southeast, i been through the six
you can’t tell me how to shoot my gun cause i been doing it
(on nightingale)

{verse 4: tay9}
(aye, aye, aye n*gga)
(look, look)
(its on the g n*gga)
(n*gga, look)
them older n*ggas h*lla mad that they can’t hoop the same
and we just spent them n*ggas block like where they hooping gang
twitching through the suckas, catch a opp and ima blow the flame
get up on that n*gga, face shot like where them n*ggas hang
(aye, n*gga)
yep, i’m a trophy
walk down they block keep it on me, ima blow them n*gga
face shot, yep i love that face shot we blow them n*ggas
f*ck the sucka n*ggas like where they at i’m trynna smoke them n*ggas
got the drop about the opp b*tch, where they posted at
and we gon spin them n*ggas block until they blow they hat
aye, aye, get him gone like where them n*ggas at
posted on they block we run through with that mini mac

- kt foreign lyrics

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