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kkk - shaunthekiddd lyrics

[intro]
southside on the track, yeah
n*gga talking about ad*libs, he ain’t know it
aight, uh, ya’ dig? (hahahaha)
uh, ya’ dig? (this n*gga f*cked)
b*tch, i’m in london (ayy, hahaha)
f*ck is you texting me for? (uh)

[verse 1]
uh, yeah, f*ck what you claim, b*tch, we on top (n*gga, f*ck you)
rollie on my wrist, n*gga, just watch (gang, gang, gang, uh*huh)
uh, working like a b*tch, n*gga, non*stop (huh, ya dig?)
.40 aiming at a b*tch, n*gga, get popped (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
uh, b*tch i’m from chicago, where they gunshot (i’m from chicago, b*tch)
i got arrested, go look at my mugshot, uh*huh (b*tch)
uh, a convicted felon, i don’t give a f*ck (uh*huh)
uh, i’m a convicted felon, i don’t give a f*ck (uh*huh)
rockstar from the trap, glock on my lap, yeah (ya’ dig?)
run this sh*t just like a lap, then i run it back, yeah (ya’ dig?)
bad b*tch on my lap, i’m a f*cking crack, yeah (smash)
at your mom up in the trap, doing f*ckin’ crack, yeah (what? what? what?)
i water whip in the kitchen, i don’t give a f*ck bout n*ggas or b*tches, ayy (uh*huh)
you is a b*tch n*gga, really, ayy (uh)
you should just keep your distance, ayy (uh*huh)
lil’ b*tch, why you trippin’? ayy (why?)
f*ck yo b*tch, she miss me, ayy (yeah)
suck on my d*ck, no hickey, ayy (yeah)
taylor gun on me, it’s swifty, ayy (uh*huh, grrah)
[chorus]
i switch up
i take the perc’ with the liquor (ya’ dig?)
i feel like i’m with the kkk
’cause i do not f*ck with these n*ggas (i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, ya’ dig?)
uh, i switch up (uh)
i take the perc’ with the liquor (perc’ with the liquor, uh*huh)
i feel like the kkk, okay
’cause i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (f*ck with these n*ggas, uh, uh, uh)

[verse 2]
mhm, southside on the track (yeah, southside, ya’ dig?)
.40 on my hip (yeah, guns, ya’ dig?)
leave your mouth wide when it clap (grrah)
talkin’ all that sh*t (why?), but you can’t back it up (uh*uh)
remember’ doing drive*bys in that four*door acura (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, for real, grrah)
b*tches told me they say they want me, they be acting up (for real, yeah)
kicked my lil’ b*tch out of my life, i told her to pack up (i told her to chill)
if i wasn’t rapping and making these millions i’m flipping the pack (flippin’ for real)
r.i.p. to my bro, i wish i can get him back, yeah (r.i.p to him, for real)
i done left america, ain’t coming back there (ain’t comin’ back to that b*tch, for real)
not without my bag (uh, yeah, for real), i been in my bag (uh, yeah, for real)
left america, and i ain’t coming back, yeah (uh, for real)
not without my bag (uh*huh, yeah, for real), yeah, i been in my bag, for real (yeah, i be in my bag)

[chorus]
i switch up (switch)
i take the perc’ with the liquor (perc’ with the liq’, perc’)
i feel like i’m with the kkk (yeah)
’cause i do not f*ck with these n*ggas (i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas)
uh, i switch up
i take the perc’ with the liquor (perc’ with the liquor)
i feel like the kkk, okay (yeah)
’cause i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas)
[verse 3]
i do not f*ck with these n*ggas (uh*uh)
she finna f*ck on a n*gga, ayy (uh*uh)
she finna suck on a n*gga (uh*huh)
after that, nun’ to do with her, ayy
i take the perc’ with the liquor (i do)
i put in work with the liquor (uh*huh)
that sh*t a poisonous mixture (yeah, yeah), i guess i’m just a poisonous n*gga from the projects
uh, run up on me, i put you up in prospect (uh*huh, grrah)
cl!ck, clack, grrah, i just explained the f*cking process, uh*huh (uh)
how do you like that? (how?)
that b*tch a eat, eat, so, why would you wife that? (why?)
we run a train on em’, tryna get it back on the right track (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
your mom say she love it when i serve her the right crack (uh, uh, uh, chill)
huh, juiced up n*gga, no 2pac (uh)
run up on me i got two gats (grrah)
hit you in the face, like get back (uh, let’s go)

[bridge]
i take the perc’ with the liquor (let’s go)
i feel like the kkk, though (let’s go)
’cause i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (uh*uh, let’s go)
uh*huh, i take the perc’ with the liquor (let’s go)
i feel like the kkk (let’s go)
’cause i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (b*tch)
[outro]
ya’ dig? ya’ dig?
ya’ dig? oh, ya’ dig?
juice wrld and lordphazer in this b*tch
uh, uh, b*tch

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