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Kriminal Mind Lyrics - Artist : GlokkNine
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Thought I was finished My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches 20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin' I told him leap like he a frog I knock them all down This glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds That double D my titties And they go all out I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal Stop the jit, they can't stop me It's time to copy now I fell off where the cliff at, guess I done tumbled down I'm rich now with a big sack, you better not fumble 'round [?] he got makeup on, that boy a fucking clown Pin her down then I dick her down, then I get [?] Fuck around with the fuck around, you gon' get fucked around Payed pussy get fucked now, niggas clicking up, making teams now While my young nigga ball [?], niggas booting up making scenes now Boot down nigga, shoot 'round nigga, shoot now nigga, Get [?] nigga, like to move round nigga, I don't fuck round with 'em Me and my dog, you hit homie, I don't fuck with you nigga, fuck both of y'all, matter fact all of y'all, we gone go to war with ya Back on the wall, but I'm standing tall, only 5'9 nigga Taste of who, nigga taste off the what? Come and swap my nigga Straight headshots, but never mind that We ain't straight my nigga Fuck her one time and I won't dub her back You get once of the pickle Shoot at they neck, I hit from the back, then pass her my nigga Run up that sack and never look back, or go back to my trenches The hood on my back, the 4th by the back, they know where we at Charged up in the trap, we make some shit clap, or we gon [?] the sack I done named tommy gun Hilfiger I don't wanna deal with you I don't rock shows, I kill niggas It's blood when I step in them I'm talking Christian Lou, not kill niggas For the feds I done broke it down to you If it's smoke, keep a hundred rounds with ya I'm in the city now, I bring the town with me Hold up wait a minute Thought I was finished My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches 20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin' I told him leap like he a frog I knock them all down This glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds That double D my titties And they go all out I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal 40 piece drum like you ordered some' at Winghut Yo brother number 9 when it's smoke, we want the top down I used to ride for fun, but all my fun done got me funned out No nigga, fuck how many guns you got, you better empty them bitches out She done got twenty one in that .45, they won't miss a shot Do it all for love don't drop no bag, the way [?] I'm still bukking the dumb way, and plus I'm vivid now Oh you thought beef all in your curry in yo place, boy we gon' come about Hold up wait a minute Thought I was finished My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches 20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin' I told him leap like he a frog I knock them all down This glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds That double D my titties And they go all out I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal |
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