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lirik lagu kilo – shad da god

[chorus]
some of y’all must’ve lost y’all mind
some of y’all must’ve lost y’all mind
some of y’all must’ve lost y’all mind
done made me cry, cry, cry
some of y’all must’ve lost y’all mind
some of y’all must’ve lost y’all mind
some of y’all must’ve lost y’all mind
it done made me cry, cry, cry
i done got slimed and turned slime
they about to give me all of the time
i’ma wipe they nose this time
i’ma make his hoe f-ck mines
i’ma make they bankroll mine
all of his pocket into mine
don’t give a f-ck ’bout doin’ crime
these n-ggas really green like lime

[verse 1]
in a hotel smokin’ with a nine
got your b-tch and she gettin’ poured up like a line
new patek, it’s a freak, and it cost sixty-nine
i’m finessin’ the street and i’m f-ckin’ with that mine
i’m finessin’ the beat off the top of my mind
ridin’ ’round with three guns ’cause they got it on they mind
always talkin’ ’bout they get money like a n-gga but they lyin’
come to find out they was too burnt out, they was fryin’
some bankrolls in the air and your gang signs
poppin’ tech, body shop, drake in the long body
shad don’t k!ll him, he ain’t worth it, he ain’t n0body
on the instagram game, know you n-ggas ain’t ’bout it
i pull up, shootin’ at the car, smokin’ like my daddy
i hop out the car old lame -ss boy
i’m a bankroll boy, i ain’t never been a toy
every n-gga that i know sell weed here boy
you can hear the codeine and lean in my voice
put the b-tches on the bean or the c0ke, make a choice
i was havin’ way too much drip, she was moist
i just had to f-ck two freak hoes, i was forced
need stop f-ckin’ n-ggas’ baby mamas, oh lord
they don’t want beef n-gga, they don’t even want soy
i don’t even wanna talk ’cause they don’t even want chicken
they just want to take p-ssy, they just want to keep fl!ckin’

[verse 2]
ooh, these n-ggas green
and that ho runnin’ round the spot on clean
ooh, they bustin’ out my jeans
i pull up with these motherf-ckers bustin’ out my jeans
shad boy, i’m a menace
in west hollywood in a lamborghini
soho high, sippin’ on martini
smokin’ on a back with me, that’s really rich to me
acorn lean in my kidney
i’m not in houston but i’m gettin’ high like whitney
i’m double servin’ n-gga p’s, no diddy
i’m back to show ’em who the mafia in the city
i’m back to tango through the south side where it’s gritty
i’m back to put an old nat right on the fifty
i’m back to lovin’ watch an old n-gga snort a sixty
we back to posted rockefeller with the sixties
pounds, bricks, fishes
my n-ggas in the swat got wrists
zone 3 n-gga ’bout chickens
i can’t really tell who the richest
fn ain’t holdin’ nothin’ but big sh-t
and i got extendo with the glizzy
you f-ckin’ with a motherf-ckin’ made man
we’ll pull up sprayin’ like a spray can

- shad da god

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