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flipping the work - ktb josh lyrics

aye ktb aye
kio gang flipping the work i’m flipping the work yea

[verse 1](ktb josh)
my n-ggas dressed in that camo
keeping two glocks yeah i’m rambo
keeping the shooters commando
you mad at your b-tch she a fan tho
she sucking and sucking no hands tho
pull up my bands they calling me bando
thousandband and he keeping my stance tho
taking my swag i swear dat you bit
call up my felons i swear that they rip
diamonds dancing watch big as a crib
if she gon suck me i swear dat she spit
you tried to rob me remember that
call up the kio we selling packs
look at my b-tch she got h-lla racks
call the bro rico he spitting facts
my b-tch is soft like a pillow
diamonds dancing and they cold yea sub zero
roll your b-tch up and i call armadillo
you copy my swag i swear that you ditto
look at your b-tch i swear that you little
getting the green you gon think i’m a pickle
i swear that my n-ggas won’t miss u
my diamonds shining i swear that its bright
f-ck your b-tch hard i hit her one night
if my n-ggas don’t like we shoot you on sight
i eat all my hunnas i swear it’s delight
i’m working i’m working you n-gga’s is slight
the fake and the real man they gotta divide
i swerve through b-tches i swear that i glide
married to money can it be my bride
need all these hunnas i switch up my light
don’t try to come me yeah i swear that you lied
just like adidas we strapped with 3 stripes
you tried to rob me yeah ha you denied
i’m whipping i’m whipping my wrist hurt
off white on my big shirt
put d-ck in her mouth i swear that i insert
your b-tch is up on me i swear she got big curves
wetting the block and they callin me big surge
we shoot at block and we call it the new purge
working my wrist yeah it work
taking your b-tch then reverse
finesseing your b-tch yeah i had to go work
your b-tch gave me head and it was so d-mn superb
tried to rob me yeah you might have rehe-rs-
f-ck wit my n-ggas i swear thats a curse
call bro jakore yeah we flippin packs
we don’t want your b-tch you can take her right back
we[?] some dogs you a little kitty kat
we play in the trap we play pitty pat
all these fake n-ggas sick of all that
yea you is mad cause my pockets are fat
y’all n-ggas y’all sneaky i swear you rat
ktb

[verse 2](pon hixkey)
aye ,smoking on gas b-tch i’m g-ssed out
counting them racks i been cashed out
gotta bad b-tch with her -ss out
you know that i’m in my bag now
f-ck gucci i rock the raf now
heard the songs you put out trash now
go ahead and take you a nap now
i got the[?] in the stash now
i like my cash with a strap now
i like my cash with a strap
but i’m sipping on lean like sick
i might pull up with a stick
i might pull off with your b-tch
and i might just leave with your sh-t
try take it back then you get hit
hit the trap pick up some gl1cks
i got a 40 wit d-cks
and i ain’t talking bout a p-n-s
if i say ima pull up then i mean it
i swear that my little n-ggas demons
we pull up on your crib get to squeezing
bust his head up like he sneezing
a brand new l1ck yea i need it
run to the crib now he wheezing

- ktb josh lyrics

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