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keep ya distance - lilcj kasino lyrics

[intro]
aye aye gang sh-t only 2 n-gga
f-ck n-gga, b-tch n-gga

[hook]
my dope is too good i ain’t droppin no t–th (brr, go!, no way! go!)
pull up to your trap with a trunk full of chickens (skrr, aye trap!)
these rappers act gangsta that’s just for they image (lame -ss rap n-ggas!)
we see them in person these n-ggas be b-tches (these n-ggas be b-tches i swear they be p-ssy!)
spittin nothin but facts on the first they gone listen (gang sh-t only n-gga!)
f-ck and dip off on that ho and you trippin (f-ck and dip off and you cuffin that b-tch)
pour out a pint for my demons ain’t with me (lean, lean aye ahh)
you see your lil bro takin over the city (take off gang sh-t only 2)
grimy n-ggas keep ya distance, fake n-ggas keep ya distance
snake n-ggas keep ya distance
take some from me b-tch you comin up missing
i’m from the murder worth n-gga big shady
just bought a chopper and a brand new 380
why we outta my spot cause they see ima make it but i cannot stop b-tch i got a lil baby
grimy n-ggas keep ya distance, fake n-ggas keep ya distance
snake n-ggas keep ya distance
take some from b-tch you comin up missing
i had to grind on my ten toes, beat up the pot till my wrist froze
in the pot break it down six bos
run through this sh-t go back get six more

[verse]
if i wasn’t so humble and about my money i woulda dummy and been crashed
but i got this sh-t locked and can’t n0body stop us lil n-gga i’m chasin that big bag
everybody round me they clutchin a firearm
my yougin day one so i’m ridin for him
he muggin we up and i hope that them f-ck n-ggas with him be ready to die for him
nother shoot out at the after hour n-gga want a zip and i ran out of powder
remixed his -ss with some baby powder
told double k with serving he went made him scattered
f-ck it go back in the clan now we lit
kinda knew we stayed a lil bit too long in that b-tch
they doubled back and they mad as a b-tch
now they outside and they grippin on sticks
b-tch we gorilla gang thuggin came out that b-tch bustin lil n-gga i’m not givin sh-t back
pressin on n-ggas and f-ckin they b-tches you cuffin and trustin that ho boy that sh-t whack
she know i’m p so we keep it kosher only call her when i’m tryna bend her over
dog and she know cj been a soldier
bad lil b-tch say she from minnesota
never trust her these lil b-tches snakes
don’t call me your bro cause you n-ggas fake
watch out polices they try to come ride through don’t sleep on no beef n-gga gone have to die today
f-ck a handout had to man up and find a way
my hustle stand out in the drought what i’m tryna say
i run to that bag, andale, woke up thinkin like d-mn how i’ma start the day
these n-ggas ain’t touchin me period
i’m bl–dy buddy period
sippin on drank and i’m steering ridin with your main b-tch got her high now that ho acting weird
f-ck on that b-tch drop her off and i’m through
she texting me like “that’s all you wanna do?”
she say ima sl-t “boy i can’t f-ck with you”
bet that b-tch still gone get gso 2, b-tch

[hook]
my dope is too good i ain’t droppin no t–th (brr, go!, no way! go!)
pull up to your trap with a trunk full of chickens (skrr, aye trap!)
these rappers act gangsta that’s just for they image (lame -ss rap n-ggaas!)
we see them in person these n-ggas be b-tches (these n-ggas be b-tches i swear they be p-ssy!)
spittin nothin but facts on the first they gone listen (gang sh-t only n-gga!)
f-ck and dip off on that ho and you trippin (f-ck and dip off and you cuffin that b-tch)
pour out a pint for my demons ain’t with me (lean, lean aye ahh)
you see your lil bro takin over the city (take off gang sh-t only 2)
grimy n-ggas keep ya distance, fake n-ggas keep ya distance
snake n-ggas keep ya distance
take some from b-tch you comin up missing
i’m from the murder worth n-gga big shady
just bought a chopper and a brand new 380
why we outta my spot cause they see ima make it but i cannot stop b-tch i got a lil baby
grimy n-ggas keep ya distance, fake n-ggas keep ya distance
snake n-ggas keep ya distance
take some from b-tch you comin up missing
i had to grind on my ten toes, beat up the pot till my wrist froze
in the pot break it down six bos
run through this sh-t g back get six more, lil n-gga
(gang sh-t only)

- lilcj kasino lyrics

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