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And I always stay bruising 'em
(Lets go!)
We move together so get with the rhythm
Fuck up the plan and you fallen a victim
Make a false move you
more rizz'
Built with a hood up like Kenny (Kenny)
Might but it in a song later on, I'm not mad about bars like Kenny (uh)
Mash ting said he's got
wapped
(Turn, turn, turn, turn) step up to the T
Look at the table this is all readies
Spins on deck like a DJ
Do it like Snooch and Kenny
Don't make me
by Mathew Williams
I got Whores
My bitch a devil her momma a Christian
Ima sore
Kenny so fly that boy gone get it
That pussy torch
Got your
by Mathew Williams
I got Whores
My bitch a devil her momma a Christian
Ima sore
Kenny so fly that boy gone get it
That pussy torch
Got your
folding up
Ain't ya job to hold em up
Gotta cut the slack out
It's some chasing dreams
And it's others chasing clout
Defined by jealousy
Of what they see
hot
But I bet I up their halo
Leave em spilled like Faygo
They know, they know
Everywhere I go I keep that stick by my nuts
If I see a nigga reach, best
of uzis
Them 5.56's rape a nigga like the Sleeping Beauty
I'm by myself like playing campaign mode on Call of Duty
Baby Kenny Ryu I step back and do my
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
Woah, Kenny
When it be coming to bucks
I need the checks, all of 'em
When it be coming to sluts
They give me neck, all of 'em
Still never
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
I'm not a prophet
The writings just righteous
I'm trynna ripen up my pen
Setting the bar by building a bar
I'm trynna fill Rikers with my shit
Kinda
the cup, order it up
Who am I drinking tonight?
You might not have guessed
Judging by my heels and lacy dress
I'm a wide-neck Gretchen, Loretta Lynn
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
a nigga, believe me
Graffiti your arm up, you heebee, you jeebee
But, Kenny, you brought up (you give me pity)
Now give me the startup
You treat me, you
or at your doorstep
Big dick energy. Slap 'em up with the foreskin
Of course it's, natural to pay me respect
I spazz on the beat, and put that fucking bitch
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Fed up with rap music
But then I think of my daughter and I get back to it
Don't wanna flip weight really I'm tryna stack units
Look at the wall in
on time
Your love makes me hold my true heading
I'm lining up on your centre line
Lining you up on my centre line
Setting the groove and arrive in time
Yuh
And you know it's prada my jeans
He sniffin the crack, these niggas be fiends
Hit em wit a glob shot call me kenny
Feel like I'm tata we makin
right uh-huh, tell 'em again
It go, get 'em up
Yeah, that's right, uh-huh
Uh-huh
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