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hit a lick - k7thefinesser lyrics

[verse 1: k7thefinesser]
i got sticks, stupid n*gga, i brought gang and them
thinking you could go against the team, you off angel dust
blow a n*gga head straight off with this cobra clutch
you ain’t for the fame, stupid n*gga, you can’t post with us
hmm*hmm, i’m not a rap n*gga
’cause i be really in the field and that’s facts, n*gga
arguin’ with my own f*ckin’ gang like who gat bigger?
take the knife off the ar then i slash n*ggas
why you think you tough but it’s all a gimmick?
i gave up prayin’ all the time ’cause i’m always sinnin’
if you need that pack ot then i’m ’bout to send it
stinc team, check the rep sheet, b*tch, we always winnin’

[chorus: k7thefinesser]
i’m tryna bust a script
i wanna strip a n*gga, i’m tryna hit a l!ck
you ain’t got dough then you can’t tell me sh*t
in the car with gang and them stupid and we got the sticks
i’m tryna bust a script
i wanna strip a n*gga, i’m tryna hit a l!ck
you ain’t got dough then you can’t tell me sh*t
in the car with gang and them stupid and we got them sticks
[verse 2: money monk]
he sayin’ f*ck the stincs, n*gga ain’t our fault that you told
should’ve got up off your ass, hit that field and got some dough
if you die right now, your hood probably ain’t never gon’ go
you lost your mind on that sh*t, why you started snortin’ dope?
finna get smashed, dropped the ar, too many dances for cristo
n*gga, it’s hot up in the kitchen, bullets pop like crisco
ask that n*gga, i barely done would have him cryin’ on the floor
tried to help them young folks, send my young n*gga up the road
10, you my gangster, but them n*ggas gotta go
he broke all the rules and he went against the code
big cribo crossed your homies, be them n*ggas hate the most
just keep your thing close, it ain’t big trippin’, blow his dome
money monk, b*tch

- k7thefinesser lyrics

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