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new lakers - paintboy kd lyrics

[intro]
gang
gang, gang, gang
squad

[chorus]
yall n*gga bluffin’, frontin’
broke ass n*ggas ain’t out here gettin’ no money
clamin’ you the shooter on your gram
but you duke a bunch of n*ggas, ain’t never got it on you on public
yall n*ggas bustas, suckas
n*ggas that you run with nd’ all your dead homies? f*ck em
harder than a blunt, when yall see a real n*gga in the streets? yall n*ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin
yall n*gga b*tches, snitches
n*ggas talk the most sh*t, but won’t do sh*t like [?]
my n*ggas wit it, i don’t give a f*ck where you from; any one of yall n*ggas can get it
yall n*ggas hater, traitor
f*ggot as f*ck boy, n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no beta
my n*ggas gang, money move
major pbe, move hard b*tch we the new lakers

[verse 1]
yall n*ggas goofy, fruity
d*ck nd’ the booty ass n*ggas is sweeter than coochie
you ain’t from the hood, you just tryina be o dog n*gga
but this ain’t no m*th* f*ckin’ movie
i’ll run down on a opp, put thе pump to his melonin; nd’ turn his whole face to a smoothiе
fired by lucy, hadda dirty mom inna a alley
smoked out, cracked out like oogie
like f*ck your baby
if your lil b*tch a kd fan, never trust your lady
if she at the dm’s n*gga, on chris; on mom [?]
i’m warnin’ you b*tch, my shooters done came out
h*lla thunk, get ready to order this d*ck
got head from the west to the east, all you gon’ see is green
nd’ some red, nd’ some orange in this b*tch
all dope action, follow a n*gga to his crib
catch his whole fam out on lack
thirty gonna blast, anybody tryina flee? catch a thirty eye’d six
thats lost, go back
yall n*ggas f*ggot, still ride round with the pumps
see a opp? hit the brakes, start blastin’
come to the way, blowin’ on a opp pack
walked up, slapped the f*cked n*gga right in his casket
[chorus]
yall n*gga bluffin’, frontin’
broke ass n*ggas ain’t out here gettin’ no money
clamin’ you the shooter on your gram
but you duke a bunch of n*ggas, ain’t never got it on you on public
yall n*ggas bustas, suckas
n*ggas that you run with nd’ all your dead homies? f*ck em
harder than a blunt, when yall see a real n*gga in the streets? yall n*ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin
yall n*gga b*tches, snitches
n*ggas talk the most sh*t, but won’t do sh*t like [?]
my n*ggas wit it, i don’t give a f*ck where you from; any one of yall n*ggas can get it
yall n*ggas hater, traitor
f*ggot as f*ck boy, n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no beta
my n*ggas gang, money move
major pbe, move hard b*tch we the new lakers

[verse 2]
fall get smoked
even if the b*tch popped off, she can still f*ck around nd’ get choked
heard she get thoat bout some fat ass nut in her mouth
pop up, f*ck around nd’ get go
maybe i won’t, heard her talkin’ to her n*gga
he say that he one his way home
when he come in? imma lay the n*gga down
“don’t move” *boom boom*
drop two in his dome
stain gang n*gga
throw your hood in the m*th* f*ckin’ air if you gang bang n*gga
i’ll drill a greek nd’ a blood boy, don’t give a f*ck
sh*ts in the same gang n*gga
im the grim reaper, i’m nico jenkins
i better not blow if i think you can be it
stand nd’ just laugh nd’ dump out my ashes
waitin’ nd’ watchin nd’ for him, its not breathin’
[chorus]
yall n*gga bluffin’, frontin’
broke ass n*ggas ain’t out here gettin’ no money
clamin’ you the shooter on your gram
but you duke a bunch of n*ggas, ain’t never got it on you on public
yall n*ggas bustas, suckas
n*ggas that you run with nd’ all your dead homies? f*ck em
harder than a blunt, when yall see a real n*gga in the streets? yall n*ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin
yall n*gga b*tches, snitches
n*ggas talk the most sh*t, but won’t do sh*t like [?]
my n*ggas wit it, i don’t give a f*ck where you from; any one of yall n*ggas can get it
yall n*ggas hater, traitor
f*ggot as f*ck boy, n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no beta
my n*ggas gang, money move
major pbe, move hard b*tch we the new lakers

[outro]
(lets get it)
(lets get it)
(clown ass n*gga)
(haha, that sh*t gon’ be hard)
(did you get that?)

- paintboy kd lyrics

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