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lirik lagu kin staples – raykaz

kin staples

[hook]
what?
what?
what?
meet me in the town
n*gga, i’m around
i ain’t even british, but you see me gettin’ pounds from the dogs in the celly
say the word and they be all at your heady/headie
cut my paper, you gon’ fall like confetti
ni*n*ggas kinda nutty, they might jam you up and spread you into peanut b*tter, soon as all your dawgs gettin’ jelly
get involved, makavelli * you be gon’ before your time
how ironic, it’s a movie when my schl*ng in her belly

[verse 1]
we could kick*off early, just to show that i be ballin’ already
out my way, or catch a charge on a heavy
boy thеse areas restrictеd, 8 o’clock they’ll show your mom on the telly
big turtle make her crawl with a sh*lly
zaykaz to the bullsh*t…kazzy!
i ain’t one to preach but i been known to straight spaz on the pulpit
full clip…loaded and it’s pointed up at anyone you name, who be thinkin’ they can hang with the kid (what? what? what?)
he can…

[hook: raykaz]
meet me in the town
he be in the ground
i ain’t even british, but you see me gettin’ pounds from the dogs in the celly (h’yeah!)
say the word and they be all at your heady/headie
cut my paper, you gon’ fall like confetti
ni*n*ggas kinda nutty, they might jam you up and spread you into peanut b*tter, soon as all your dawgs gettin’ jelly (dead homies!)
get involved, makavelli * you be gon’ before your time (h’yeah! dead homies! dead homies!)
how ironic, it’s a movie when my schl*ng in her belly
[verse 2: raykaz]
ay, we just want the bread? it’s why we got the toast (dead homies!)
aim it at ya head, pr*ne to let it blow (dead homies!)
we ain’t even shcared when his body hit the flo’ (h’yeah! dead homies!)
turnin’ up the heat ’til a n*gga gettin’ shmoked
…crusty!
i won’t even wrestle with a lost soul (dead homies!)
n*gga broke the code*he/cody gon’ learn not to cross roads/rhodes
…dusty!
i be where the buzz be, he lucky (dead homies!)
’cause god is the only man above me, but trust, he can…

[hook: raykaz]
meet me in the town
n*gga, i’m around
i ain’t even british, but you see me gettin’ pounds from the dogs in the celly (h’yeah!)
say the word and they be all at your heady/headie
cut my paper, you gon’ fall like confetti
ni*n*ggas kinda nutty, they might jam you up and spread you into peanut b*tter, soon as all your dawgs gettin’ jelly (dead homies!)
get involved, makavelli * you be gon’ before your time (h’yeah! dead homies! dead homies!)
how ironic, it’s a movie when my schl*ng in her belly

[refrain]
h’yeah!
i’m on the block, i’m with the squad (in the southside, n*gga, southside, southside)
anybody f*ck with it, they gettin’ dropped (i be outside, n*gga, outside, outside)
that’s on the zang, bring out the thang (in the southside, n*gga, southside, southside)
einstein 9, b*tch, blow out ya brain (we be outside, n*gga, outside, outside)
that’s on the set, that’s on the kin (in the southside, n*gga, southside, southside)
all day get back, shpray up his twin (i be outside, n*gga, outside, outside)
ain’t sh*t sweet, talk ain’t cheap (in the southside, n*gga, southside, southside)
think he instrumental ’til his ass gettin’ beat (we be outside, n*gga, outside, outside)
[outro: raykaz]
yeah…yeah, dead homies (heyyy, hooo)
run up or get done up, n*gga (heyyy, hooo)
we might do sum’ before two shum’
you know how the thang go when the thang blow, dead homies
you see the wrist frame, that’s mango, come on now!
you see the big chain, that’s django, come on now!
h’yeah! ay! (dead homies!)
se9, southside (dead homies!)
263, b*dale, zo block
that’s on all the homies…let’s go

sandton (feat. kurry suave)

[verse 1: raykaz]
hoo!
sweaty in this b*tch, uh…chain on my neck like i’m django
crown on the key, when i shkrrt watch it dangle (shkrrrrrt!)
family jewel st**ze * when i ball, i’ma hang low
options in the ‘rage, ‘tween the merc or the range ro’ (shkrrrrrt!)
shpendin’ all my days watchin’ days go…by
bye sanity, a gift that only present when rappin’/wrappin’
if*if a n*gga ain’t on stage, he on stage fo’
psyche ’bout as empty as the blessings i prayed fo’!
they ain’t seen a n*gga this dark since the slave boat!
but ain’t no jumpin’ ship or hoppin’ waves in this muh’f*cker
we could start recitin’ sh*t for days in this muh’f*cker
every minute hours/ours, tried to show ’em it’s a matter of time
those around me comin’ soon
made that sh*t for all the kings * we could never summon coons
i been early since i clocked it, both hands on the hilfiger
appletiser with the 12 glenny still liquour (ay, ay, mattafact, get that n*gga kurry on this b*tch, man!)
[verse 2: kurry suave]
ay, look
kazzy kazzy hit the celly, said he need the assist (hoo!)
like harry potter doin’ spellies, say the word and it’s lit (doo*doo*doo*doo!)
got a sticky in the whippy and a problem to kick
obliterate a n*gga skully, that’s a permanent fix (doo*doo*doo*doo!)
me and kazzy in sandton, we saltin’ the salmon, uh (huh!)
we playin’ chess on glenfiddy, you n*ggas on backgammon, uh (that’s right)
not born/bourne the same, all my n*ggas are matt damon
cross a n*gga then we ring on your head, you turn saturn (let’s go)
aw…don vito, i bruise egos, we not equal (ay!)
shootin’ movies, this big banger a young sequel
i’m a bald eagle, you young pickles are young seagulls (a*hoo!)
you seein’ nothin’, i see commas and mo’ zeros
yeah, n*ggas talkin’ softly now
you say my name on public record, do it properly now (a*hoh!)
’cause even though a n*gga friendly and not awfuly proud
you try and cross me, guaranteed i do you properly foul, you heard?
(yeah, we comin’ for yo’ headtop!)
look, captain of my city, you know i be spittin’ rounds
we gon’ lock it down long as i’ma be around
i don’t gotta be in britain, stilly i be gettin’ pounds
real n*ggas say word!
real n*ggas say…say word!

- raykaz

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