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lirik lagu blocc spin – kiing shooter

[chorus: kiing shooter]
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the glock spit
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
watch this, i f*cked your baby mama like she’ my b*tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh*t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b*tch
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the glock spit (come here)
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
watch this, i f*cked your baby mama like she’ my b*tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh*t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b*tch
[verse 1: kiing shooter]
i got all these n*ggas mad because i rap now
act wild, errbody know i ain’t gon’ back down (at all)
i think you trynna get some clout he better get it done
i’m not the one, catch his ass again we’ prolly tie him up (stupid)
n i heard of a n*gga p*ssy i won’t say his name
let’s take his chain, have him buy a bag, then get robbed again (f*ck it)
it might seem like a lie but this sh*t is fact
that boy a f*ggot, a n*gga gave you head and you ain’t skipping nothing
n*ggas acting like he tough, and he a ho f*ggot
toe*tag him, leave that p*ssy n*gga with a closed casket
keep on acting like a shooter i’mma run it through him
gun up on me
walking out this building
ain’t no running from me (where’ you going?)
p*ssy keep on throwing subs i’mma send the shots
i spin the block my n*ggas ain’t gon hide bet you dead outside (word)
and ain’t no middlemen you n*ggas better pick a side or i’m outside gon have to get your body at the parking lot

[chorus: kiing shooter]
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the glock spit
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
watch this, i f*cked your baby mama like she’ my b*tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh*t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b*tch
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh*t, is all a n*gga felt when the glock spit (come here)
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh*t
watch this, i f*cked your baby mama like she’ my b*tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh*t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n*ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b*tch
[verse 2: vado]
uhh
n*ggas quick to give you advise, like who needs it?
trynna put this game in a vice and then squeeze it
everyone is speaking on life and succeed it
if you can keep a secret, a secret is to keep it
still spitting that slime flow, we ain’t been treated
long table of wild food i been seed it
i ‘on’t force it, bro force it been leaking
been drip, my sh*t bricks to ten peed it (uhnn)
had a hard day
spent a half of it bagging it, cooking hard yay’
i be in the pal of ho used to the car play
betchu i get every tin hit like a parley (parlay)
drinking henny and chad’nay
surrounded by b*tches in the pj ‘s hallway
about to chess table on the benches in broad day (shooter)
it’s hard to stop when you win, your vision is 4k
vado

- kiing shooter

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