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freestyle pt3 - kappin hg lyrics

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[chorus]
young n*gga, imma real deal slime
you already know, im up in my prime
not snitchin, you better do yo time
k!ll his ass, wit this motherf*ckin rhyme
u know i’m finna step with that iron
chasin the fame, i’m chasin whts mine

gettin to the bag and i cannot fumble
biggest slime, i gotta be humble
rappin sh*t, it came in a bundle
not hoopin, we makin em stumble
michael jordan, no triple double
all that talkin gone get him in trouble

(verse 1)
now im finna get turnt
p*ssy boy, u finna get burnt

leave his ass real motherf*ckin hurt

put his ass right up in the dirt

leave his ass right up on a shirt

hop in the whip and we skirt

me and my n*ggas, we lurk

we finna go to work

we doin a search

we steady poppin them perks

yeah

i’m chasin the bag, i’m chasin the money
all tht talkin, u thinkin it’s funny
u ain’t slime, u really a dummy
wrap him up jus like he a mummy
hol on wait lemme get in my duffy
pros and cons, you better go study
leave the scene real muf*ckin bl**dy
hit his ass wit this k

p*ssy boy, send shots to his face

hit his ass right up where he lay

dummy n*gga he know he not safe

u already know, we don’t motherf*ckin play

send shots wherever he stay

p*ssy boy, his time is today

stick to the code, the real slime way

(chorus)
young n*gga, imma real deal slime
you already know, im up in my prime
not snitchin, you better do yo time
k!ll his ass, wit this motherf*ckin rhyme
u know i’m finna step with that iron
chasin the fame, i’m chasin whts mine

gettin to the bag and i cannot fumble
biggest slime, i gotta be humble
rappin sh*t, it came in a bundle
not hoopin, we makin em stumble
michael jordan, no triple double
all that talkin gone get him in trouble

(verse 2)
hit his ass with about four
p*ssy boy, we uppin the score
knock ‘em down leave his ass on the floor
u already know, we kickin his door
slime n*gga, we fiendin for more
u n*ggas lames, u n*ggas some hoes

but that p*ssy boy think he hard
uppin this gun
clutching the mac, it shoot far
he think this sh*t fun
whippin this car
we gone make that b*tch run
leave his ass wit scars
how many shots say none
we some stars

- kappin hg lyrics

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