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tasmanian devil - yung kirk lyrics

what i say
what i say

tasmanian devil, i love to spin sh*t
slide through his hood, got the hit stick
make his ass poke blood, then he feel sick
i ain’t had a drawn down, he is a sweet l!ck
fox*5 channel, put him on the news
this .308, gon’ make his ass move
you reach for my gun, n*gga, you is a fool
the hollow tip eat him up like some food
k!ll his ass with a shotgun like i’m playin’ doom
i got so many bullets, clear room
gang throwin’ up like the f*ckin’ looney tunes
my b*tch wet, i ain’t got, i ain’t n*gga got use lube

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all black, i’m inna’ spinner mood
we spin that sh*t, night to the noon
i seen on a guy, now he on the moon
you hate black people, n*gga, you is a coon
down hill, we catch boddies on the country
banana clip on the draco, i shot at them monkeys
the victim bro, when i walked his ass, he didn’t even had no money
everybody look out, i think kirk coming
i look at the bottom of my shoe, it’s a dead ass opp, yung kirk be stomping
i beat his ass, swolling up, now he lumping
i beat his ass, than his head swolling like a pumpkin
get on this drugs, yung kirk move zombie
what i say
what i say

get on this drugs, i move like a zombie

f*ck [?], f*ck that sl!ck sh*t, that sh*t be huntin’ me
shoot at his crew, why the f*ck would they bother me
i’m makin’ this hit, check out my [?]
i beat yo’ ass, why you tryin’ to argue with me

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i beat his ass, give his ass a boss lesson
i seen him [?]
he a bad shooter, that sh*t very deadly
cut a opp, n*gga, right at the deli
he a dead ass opp, cold, smelly
plug just texted my phone, thinkin’ we cool, when i get back to sh*ll, i’m slimmin’ his ass
that n*gga just texted my phone, talkin’ about exotic in

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he talkin’ about exotic, i’m finna take it
he book on that bl!ck, i’m wrap that lil baby
bonnie and clyde [?] my old lady
i’m be feeling like the old kirk lately
posted up at the sh*t, corner store made me
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get out the block, lil n*gga, you lazy
he fake thug, that boy is not crazy
i’m sellin’ crack, but it’s not the 80’s
if a n*gga own me money
i don’t give a f*ck what he goin’ through
n*gga, f*ck you, pay me
pop this xan, made me feel like a rockstar
i sell crack, yeah, i’m a real blockstar

what i say, what i say, what i say

that draco like a tommy gun, shot the house up like a mobster
he think we beefing, he lame like a [?]
jump in the [?] again, he is a foster
i ain’t beefin’ with n*ggas, this n*ggas imposters
if i match him, he goin’ harry potter
curse the opp, put his ass on the pack
hurry him down, put hiss ass on the sack
he don’t wanna’ come out, we gon’ shoot up his spot
he was just dissin’, now look at that boy, yeah, he dead
and down on that l!ck, got shot in his head
committing crimes, how i get ahead?
and when i get mad, all i see is red
yeah, i’m with your b*tch, she playing with my dreads
curse them down, tryna’ dodge the feds
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stand down, i know that sh*t coming
knife on the stick, i go out on huntin’
your b*tch pull up on me, then we get to hunching
she love to eat d*ck, got that lil hoe munching
miss my target, sh*t, got me cussing
give a f*ck bout’ no kin, i would rob my cousin
i was down bad, turn nothing to something
bl!ck on my pants, no, y’all cannot jump me
i push up on n*ggas, do not tryna’ taunt me
i pull up and roll n*gga like a grabba leaf
this n*ggas rapping, that sh*t jus’ make*believe
i put my nut on her face, call it [?]
we had that sh*t, trap jumpin’, trampoline

what i say

- yung kirk lyrics

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