| I see your click mugging, looking with a frowning face
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| You’re like a birthday party, full of clowns and cakes
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| I see your click mugging, looking with a frowning face
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| You’re like a birthday party, full of clowns and cakes
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| I see your click mugging, looking with a frowning face
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| You’re like a birthday party, full of clowns and cakes
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| The type that won’t fight, but keep a gun around your waist
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| Ain’t finna do shit, but always running your mouth
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| Don’t make me, run in your house and you ain’t leaving
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| Till the coroner come, and when you ain’t breathing
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| From H-Town to Cleveland, Killa’s a menace
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| I’m all in these niggas faces, like Killa’s a dentist
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| You can find me in the spot, if it’s some scrilla up in it
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| With the work, and the cocked nine mili' up in it
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| I hang with a gorilla unit, like Buck and Banks
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| That’ll put niggas to sleep, like they fucked with Dre
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| Fuck what you think, Kyleon running the show
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| I’m a lyrical Jet Li, I’m the one with the flow
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| And if you looking for your chick, I’m the one with your hoe
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| And I ain’t gotta ask for head, she done befo'
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| It’s a hundred and fo' outside, I’m the reason
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| When I told you I was hot, niggas didn’t believe me
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| Now they tripping, cause they see that I’m the shit in they region
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| And I’ma keep making moves mayn, I ain’t freezing
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| You wonder why I’m G’sing, look at my check
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| Can’t you see I’m having thangs mayn, look at my neck
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| Niggas can’t see Killa, cause I ain’t visible yet
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| So I guess, you can just call me invisible set nigga
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| (*scratching*) |