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x3 - lilcj kasino lyrics

[intro]
the f*ck?
gang sh*t only, times 3

[hook]
flexed up
big guap, wrist watch
ain’t sh*t stop, b*tch we gettin’ to that guap, times 3
(violence only begets more violence)
yeah, yeah, times 3
(it does not beget more money)
yeah, yeah, you can still get got
get your clique dropped
i keep me a big glock
this b*tch hold 10 shots, times 3
(i just wanna k!ll somebody)
yeah, yeah, times 3
(who? him)

[verse 1]
this rap distract you from the fact that we a still pull up
cl!ck, clack and attack
if it’s up, then we uppin’, you better get back
i be clutchin’ while stuffin’ my pockets with racks
you know i’m still thuggin’ and pushin’ that pack
i can’t go, i’ma blow a f*ck n*gga sh*t back
i can’t beef bout a hoe n*gga, know that sh*t wack
i only want throat, b*tch don’t get too attatched
i don’t f*ck with these rap n*ggas ’cause they be brats
might run in your trap, b*tch we slimy, we slatts
stop all that cap n*gga, you ain’t gon clap n*ggas
just want some clout, that sh*t really sad
i was 17 years old in a jag
i was 17 with more dough than your dad
more cheese than doritos, try me we gon’ spazz
you thinkin’ it’s sweet ’cause we up, don’t f*ck, we still gon’ blast
[hook]
flexed up
big guap, wrist watch
ain’t sh*t stop, b*tch we gettin’ to that guap, times 3
(violence only begets more violence)
yeah, yeah, times 3
(it does not beget more money)
yeah, yeah, you can still get got
get your clique dropped
i keep me a big glock
this b*tch hold 10 shots, times 3
(i just wanna k!ll somebody)
yeah, yeah, times 3
(who? him)

[verse 2]
went up and my guap it got tripled
the sh*t that you flex what i throw on these strippers
that sh*t not impressin’, not even a little
check out my neck, d*mn it cold as a sickle
i don’t want me to flex, i’m just tryna be simple
just got a new whip, don’t come out till december
if you hate me now, then you bout to be bitter
touch down with the pack like i play for the steelers
touch down in your place, b*tch we break in and enter
roll that sh*t in your tray ’cause your daddy a pillow
these soft ass n*ggas portray to be k!llas
but i just be calm, i can’t speak for my hittas
they think that we dumb, but finesse game official
and i need to stay focused ’cause i gotta be cool
be quick on our foot, n*ggas trap where i’m from
made it out of my storm, might cop me a fisker
might catch me in traffic, i got a b*tch face in my zipper
heard somebody said that is your sister
we with all of the static, my savage can’t wait for a victim
if i get in a panic, i ripped him
i’m havin’ that bag, i don’t got time to play with no n*gga
one call and my ex gon’ go get ’em
i used to be stainin’ for dinner
remixin’ [?] on the [?]
n*gga before i came everything bigger than triple
[hook]
flexed up
big guap, wrist watch
ain’t sh*t stop, b*tch we gettin’ to that guap, times 3
(violence only begets more violence)
yeah, yeah, times 3
(it does not beget more money)
yeah, yeah, you can still get got
get your clique dropped
i keep me a big glock
this b*tch hold 10 shots, times 3
(i just wanna k!ll somebody)
yeah, yeah, times 3
(who? him)

[outro]
(what do you do?
i’m a gangsta
no, really what do you do?
i’m a rapper
seriously marcus what do you do?
i’m a gangsta rapper
hahaha)
times 3

- lilcj kasino lyrics

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