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awesome - tyler kinng lyrics

[intro]:
i’m so awesome, got that lil’ b*tch wet
like a dolphin
once she threw that p*ssy
i just couldn’t get off me
sweet n*gga
i’ll shoot you before you come out of that closet
like phew
he dead
put him in the coffin
and i’ma put the d*ck inside your b*tch like mr. marcus
and i’ma get this money like a n*gga that need his car fixed
n*ggas that act the hardest, get turned to targets

[verse]:
swish
i’m balling
i can dunk on george
d*ck all in her grill, ooh
george foreman
if you ain’t got that wet, then you ain’t got nothin’ for me
i can’t eat the p*ssy if it look like james harden
but i’m about to hit her with that stone called steve fausten
we stretch for 15 minutes, then we f*ck till we exhausted
post it, i ain’t talkin’ pictures, but i’m postin
187, k!llin’ that p*ssy, put it in the coffin
i’m balling, smoke till i’m r*t*rded
b*tch late with my money, so i guess that hoe r*t*rded
smoke till i’m r*t*rded
i ain’t playin’ games with you or your family
no steve harvey, i got hoes on top of hoes
hoes look like they playin’ twister
she told me to bring some flowers
i forgot, i brought my pistol
b*tch name brenda, i already hit her
i ain’t even lyin n*gga ain’t simple
she told me she like the way my money
longer than antennas, my n*gga, we mobbin
me and my squad, what you thinkin’
and we carryin’ the pistols like it had too much to drink
and we smoke too many swishes today, we can hardly think
and i like my b*tches red, and that p*ssy pretty pink
and i’m like, whew, i’m balling, all my b*tches awesome
they say that they dimes, i treat em’ like dimes
n*gga, i toast em’, ballin’ like chris powell em
kd, paul casale and em
f*ck the world till they have a baby
the motherf*ckin’ test came out positive, i’m like, ooh
i’m awesome, turn bricks into mountains
turn her from a stripper to a motherf*ckin’ accountant
drinkin’ liquor like a thirsty n*gga at the fountain
boy, we got that kush louder than your school announcements
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
yeah, i pull up like i’m workin’ out
she gon’ throw that p*ssy and i’ma catch it and run another route
if you ain’t talking bands, we got nothin’ to talk about
but if i say that i got that pack, i ain’t talking apps

- tyler kinng lyrics

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