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no kap no bap - mmkliljerry lyrics

[intro]
post on the 9 i stay with my bl!cky dat b*tch in my hand i’m seein some fishy
all them times we went on a mission and half of the opps got hit in they fitted

dat n*gga got hit with a .50
[verse]
ayy.. got this ice on my wrist and neck you reach last thing you gone see is a tec
stay fresh and dont be tryna dress i walk in the building i look like a check
they gone hate me for how ima flex see me with a bag sh*t got ’em depressed
stay planning sh*t like lester crest if it’s about money then n*gga say less
if i do it ima do right (huhh)
one wrong move can end ya life (yo life)
and lil folks keep a switch on his pipe (huhh)
and this b*tch a put you on a flight (up)

going on them hits i was hype, was active regardless i ain’t worryin’ bout stripes
short brown skin thats my type, and she be looking good as h*ll in them tights
if i ain’t had pole had a knife, but now ain’t no question i’m strapped like a dyk*
swung a diss at for some likes and n*gga end up strikin’ outta his life

all them bags that a young n*gga touched i then f*cked aroun’ spent it wrong
but it ain’t nun for to get it back ima stack it up til it runway long

[bridge]
naw foreal man i ran that sh*t down but n*gga already know ima run it up man but look man f*ck all that n*gga already know how i’m coming n*gga, n*gga f*ck em

[verse 2]
start rapping as young n*gga i was hot but now i be hotter than coffee
and them n*ggas think we kool want my n*ggas dead they dont know that i be stalkin’

and that n*gga be doing all that talkin’
that’s how yo lil bro got a coffin
and yo b*tch she a groupie we tossed her
can’t lie that bit brain so awesome

don’t get on the phone tryna talk to me yeen talm bout no money you lost meh
say you want a feature it gone cost ya
me, murda and drizzle been bosses
i ain’t never had nun stay flossin’
stay workin like i’m in a office
lil b*tch stay wet like a faucet
stay jumpin’ in her like a dolphin

[bridge]
naw foreal man that bih got a ocean between her legs but look

[verse 3]
i’m the sickest with it b*tch i’m nauseous
quietsteppa dont do too much talking

tap bro on the shoulder like “blow em”
he dont hesitate he gone show em
bet not reach for my neck what ya doin’
dont play i’ll blow off ya arm

and i know mysh*t is a charm but it ain’t worth it gettin’ yo head deformed
in a war zone like vietnam 4nem got them choppas that sound like a bomb

post on the 9 i stay with my bl!cky dat b*tch in my hand i’m seein some fishy
all them times we went on a mission and half of the opps got hit in they fitted
i’m quietsteppa my steppas got steppas and all they glocks got beams with switches
everyday you’ll catch me to myself with a 30 like steph cause n*ggas be envy

[outro]
n*ggas love talkin sh*t up on the net but tell how ya homie got did like ricky
thinkin you safe cause you in the ville we’ll gas up the whip and come and get ya
that n*gga got hit with a .50
quietsteppa 3 b*tch, this the intro b*tch!

- mmkliljerry lyrics

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