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k clip - sob lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: slimmy b]
i ain’t got no type b*tch just call me rae srem
i love a fake ass but i hate a fake b*tch
n*ggas d*ck riding that’s that f*cking g*y sh*t
i don’t trust sh*t caught a f*cking k clip

[verse 1: slimmy b]
i ain’t fifty but i need my money by monday
speeding in that h*llcat not no f*cking hyundai
these n*ggas want beef put ’em on a entree
lil’ baby wanna suck me told her, “maybe one day”
tryna lay a n*gga down when this f*cking gun spray
drippin’ in dior tryna rip the runway
coulda had a rich n*gga but you went the bum way
og tryna f*ck throw it back on tay
in my hood it go down like a f*cking sunset
up another hundred bands still ain’t been a month yet
not a b*tch i can’t hit still ain’t met one yet
you blew a bag on that b*tch, still ain’t hit the buns yet (f*ckin’ nerd)
you ain’t really thuggin’ in these streets i know (i know)
seem n*gga you don’t really want beef i know (i know)
h*lla high in the lab pouring drink by the four
thuggin’ ’til i die give these streets my soul
[chorus: slimmy b]
i ain’t got no type b*tch just call me rae srem
i love a fake ass but i hate a fake b*tch
n*ggas d*ck riding that’s that f*cking g*y sh*t
i don’t trust sh*t but this f*cking k clip
all that gang gang sh*t you n*ggas ain’t wit’
i done parked the benz then a n*gga changed whips
n*gga f*ck you and who the f*ck you came with
i don’t trust sh*t but this f*cking k clip

[verse 2: daboii]
b*tch cl!cked the link up in my bio now she wanna link
you fooling on the gram, that sh*t just big when it’s up on the sink
you ain’t never smelt exotic odor ’cause you n*ggas cheap
two different type of n*ggas in this world, boy you a wolf or sheep?
how you slandering my name but won’t come say it with your chest though?
over here it’s either do the stepping or get stepped on
all these faces blue up in this loaf that’s on the dead locs
if i want ’em dead they doing what i say and i just said so
that gang sh*t y’all barely wit’ it so stop claiming it
living up in h*ll come play with me i’ll have it raining b*tch
if i pop this perc then i’ma f*ck her like i hate the b*tch
one shot up out this glock will turn a pig into some bacon bits
i don’t trust sh*t but this k magazine
sob ain’t pay the way b*tch? stay factories
just left the club and popped some bottles now my bae mad at me
but off the juice i’m charging up like double a batteries
on the gang
[chorus: slimmy b]
i ain’t got no type b*tch just call me rae srem
i love a fake ass but i hate a fake b*tch
n*ggas d*ck riding that’s that f*cking g*y sh*t
i don’t trust sh*t but this f*cking k clip
all that gang gang sh*t you n*ggas ain’t wit’
i done parked the benz then a n*gga changed whips
n*gga f*ck you and who the f*ck you came with
i don’t trust sh*t but this f*cking k clip

- sob lyrics

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