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Kooler Final Form Lyrics - Artist : Sada Baby
Hold on, let me
Photo op was drivin' fo' sho', let me load Foley cop, shoulder pop, you know yo' homie opp You know yo' homie other side, we don't fuck wit' dawg You and yo' homies 'bout to die 'cause you fuck wit' dawg (June, you're a genius) Mmm, shoot this bitch up I'll catch a attitude n' shoot this bitch up Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood Aye, got that line from my people like I'm servin' 'caine I just re-rocked that bitch, still won't snort a thang I just gave it to a white bitch, enjoy yo' day I just feed it to a white bitch, A1 yay Put a package on Big Skub, it take one day Blood get it brackin', know I'm Bool, I make my plays Prepare the food, I'm in the kitchen, say yo' grace Grab yo plate, if you a fiend you savor the taste, Dub You don't know a damn thang 'bout the whip cook You can't even show the Skuba how a script look Workin' so much, girl I get rules out the pimp book Bitches on the corner say I look how a pimp look Hoes in the 'hood say I look like a superhero Fuck a bitch, catch my nut, now that's a souvenir Bust a nigga in his eye, now he ? If I drop a bomb on a nigga, that bitch nuclear Get the fine on a nigga if he new here We can't let no Donnie Brasco through here My niggas snitchin', life in prison, only two fears Real niggas and hoe niggas, only two tiers Got two tears tatted on his face, but He start cryin' when D Money up that Drake Bitch, I been chewin', get to fuckin up the pap' Put that bag on yo' head, get to fuckin' up yo' everything Put that bag on yo' head, niggas finished Bro, we got that bad motherfucker wit' the titties I'll put some money on yo' people doin' a sentence Catch a nigga baby mama leavin' out them visits Smoke a mad dog, cookies cup, rock hard grimace AR knock any nigga off the premise Got this chop from RE, get to shootin' at me nemesis Resident Evil in this bitch, I go zombie maw Air this bitch out, I don't like what kind of time he on Spread this bitch out, better find out what side he on Headshot to the neck shot, get this body gone Chest shot to the stomach shot, get this body gone Hollow to his earlobe while he on the phone 4-5 to the nigga nostril, a snotty nose You think it's a joke, bust a nigga in his funny bone What he say, nah, nigga what the fuck he on Naw, what the fuck he mean? I'll cut a nigga throat, see how much he bleed Love my trap, don't get nothin', can't touch these P's Let's shoot, pay me first, you can suck on these Pause Tell yo' bitch she can suck on these Bitch, get on them knees Deal wit' you when I'm done Hm, yeah, I'll kill you when I'm done Yeah, shoot a nigga for fun Used to have to do it for funds Real shit, this about to be my fifth summer In my bidi, on tip, with that shit on us We ain't beefin' wit' no snitch, shoot the big homies We ain't sparin' shit, shoot the bitch on 'em We done pulled a dirt 10 with that bitch on me Hm, thinkin' 'bout them niggas who snitched on me Hm, fuckin' mind my business, get rich on 'em Make 'em think every time they see you, you got a brick on you Catch a attitude, shoot this bitch up Hm, hm, shoot this bitch up Hm, catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood (June, you're a genius) |
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