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abraham lincoln - ak tarantino lyrics

[intro]
[?], don’t stop
told me she wanna…

[verse]
put a blue chew in the grape, rip it
i’m like, “who dude”, no real ice, he got a fake pendant
the way i’m plottin’ on you fallin’ off, it’s like the [?] missin’
she don’t f*ck with me, that hoe just f*ck with how my chain glisten
i’m up in the mall with forty bands, i been a pape’ spender
buddy got a temu ass lil’ cuban, that sh*t ain’t hittin’
caught my favorite opp lackin’, i’m sh*tty that it ain’t miss him
switch the tires to the striker, i just caught my eighth victim
we get the location, gon’ pull up, chapo gon’ hang his ass
hid the land rover off the earth, where the equator at
pull up [?], i got my skater pass
we gon’ hit his trap at eight o’clock, i got the greatest plan
i just emptied out the eighth of wock, i want the quagen back
popped a shroom and ate a lot, i think i need to bake a rack
i been on this smoke box for too long, i’m like the quaker man
no b*tch, we ain’t linkin’, f*ck you thought i was, an abraham?
(f*ck you thought i was, an abraham?)
[?] duffel made of gator skin, ayy
i be hatin’, i hate everything
tell me what it is, just kiddin’, b*tch, i hate your name
f*ck your baby daddy, slap your kid while he playin’ a game
i hate when you walk, when you talk, b*tch, don’t say a thing
you know who did that one sh*t on that one night to that one guy
i pull up with drumsticks, i let a ton fly
open up the zipper, the smell of it left my lungs hot
i came in with one birkin, i left with, like, a hunnid ball
pocket got a hunnid walls, he just heard a hunnid fa
he move with a hunnid [?], and left out with a hunnid rocks
i’ma chase him down off the [?], he had to run in crocs
b*tch, i don’t got any clothes in my closet, i got a hunnid glocks
(fa*fa*fa) i been in the, mmm, mm
(fa*fa*fa) i been in the, mmm, mm
(fa*fa*fa) i been in the projects
(fa*fa*fa) i been in the projects
that is not a woman to the game, she object
i done made a hunnid ball, god bless
my b*tch super bad, your hoe look like a goblin
and i been ’bout business, i sit at the long desk
run up, he was limpin’, and i seen his bone stretch
and i’m smokin’ cookie pack, that sh*t look like a [?]
who we on now?
b*tch back with the bl!cky, smack ’em long a pong paddle
you ain’t ever seen a fifty, boy, you picked the wrong battle
i’m about to go f*ck on your b*tch and make a song ’bout it
switch*y on the back, hit a buckshot, i got a chrome casket
fifty*round [?] with the back of [?]
runnin’ through the kitchen, i got a pack in the cabinet
[outro]
got a big cabinet
(fa*fa*fa*fa) in the cabinet
i feel like osama, how they [?] switchin’ the [?]

- ak tarantino lyrics

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