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ku kony (kony 2020) - ku kony lyrics

hopped in the studio, f*ck getting hoes
tryna make this sh*t big, make this pop
make this guap, pull up these socks
with the gucci flip flops
f*ck your b*tch, she a thot

ku kony on the beat, man don’t wanna press me
wind up dead, chop off your head. leave you lying in the street
she stays staring on the pri, wants to nibble this meat
play hard to get, then see the bread. two secs, get on her knees

all these fake hoes ain’t worth my time. walk away jakes, before i get my nine
shout out blacksoxx, them guys my slimes. don’t know no rats, don’t know 6ix9ines
get your baby, ‘fore she gone give me this whine
she’ll leave with me then come home lying
bought a fat sack, boutta go get fried
chief keef’d a pound, now my eyes blind

keep my mind on the money, that’s why they call me king
i’m winning all of the rings, i’ll make this rpk sing (choo choo)
muzzle flash, the bullets flying. look out! your homie’s dying
lay on the floor, he crying
slatt slatt slatt. my slimes know the tings

good s*x! she loves the geet so i give that
i f*ck for free, you gone tip that. no b*tch i need, so i ditch that
uh uh, big facts. don’t own a printer, these big fax
roll up a spliff, yeah it’s big gas. don’t smoke no mid, boy that sh*t whack (ha!)
you know that i’m the top shotta, imma run up and come rob ya
cookin’ the crack like some pasta, i got the hoes like mo bamba
rockin some dolce gabanna. extendo long, it’s a banana
madder than tony montana… ku kony’s he’s the mazza
(the mazza!)

- ku kony lyrics

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