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XXXMETAKNIGHT Lyrics - Artist : Softwilly
Flippin' out, y'all done it now
What this shit about Hoppin' out, gon' stick 'em down Double pumped up now (AV with that drip, ho) Hundred bitches grab my dragon balls Master chiefin, we blastin' hoes Sharingan dip and dodged yo moves Hit it Shawty want dat Meta Knight, super smash that ho I got that chick up on my staff, keep her panties soaked I got dat special beam and slide, hit that piccolo And bring yo friend, that double time, I can hit that Kame-hameh-hameh-ho's Rolled in designer flossed Big bank liftin' too damn swole, taking all ya sauce I'm keepin' count, I'm gonna slide, oh shit, runnin' riot That bitch just want that shlicky slide, beat that pussy up, Ry-y-you Hopped in designer lit "Amerterasuit" fit Can't touch this fire, woah Hop with the .9's sweepin' Took to the skies, we so high, that Jigglypuff Just PK fired up the night, we adios Floatin' in cash, zip the back of the bag up I'm spinnin' faster than fast, I just passed ya Run in, no backup, I'm comin' at ya Crackin' the back of ya head, gotta pack up Fuck around and start rackin' up On the town, we down to start mag and dump When it comes to talent, they lackin' My team is stacked in, changin' the game, we impact it Roll in exotic cars, we pack it up These bitches fall out the other side The windows down, we burn it up Doing what we like 'cause this is our life And we control when we down to ride Shawty want dat Meta Knight, super smash that ho I got that chick up on my staff, keep her panties soaked I got dat special beam and slide, hit that piccolo And bring yo friend, that double time Kame-hameh-hameh-hameh-hameh-ho's There ain't no killin' me, brain's full of ecstasy Steppin' like centipede, no one's ahead of me If you a punk, well tell him good luck Put him in the trunk, graphic John Kennedy I took a hundred and put it on wrist Searched you up on Google, said you don't exist Askin' your girl, she said you are a bitch If you don't fuck with us, then you prolly not rich I'm eating good like lobster Dinner table surrounded by mobsters And the team rollin' deep like a roster Get to bangin', you know it'll cost ya Bang, bang, we goin' insane We Kirby just leveled up, inhaled the game Wait, pause, I'm over the fame I only want money, the rest of this shit is so lame Roll in exotic cars, we pack it up These bitches fall out the other side The windows down, we burn it up Doing what we like 'cause this is our life And we control when we down to ride |
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