Fake Kickin
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(Ha-ha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo— yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
One of these old days–
How you turn on your brother?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Let's go, say what?)
How you turn on your brother?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Say what?)
I don't play 'bout my mom, I might go grab my gun
(Grab my gun, yeah)
I know she just a girl (Say what?), she just wanna have fun
(What? What? See God's gon' wipe away all our tears)
Why you cryin' for? Come here, let me show you somethin'
(Come here, yeah)
I might catch a fuckin' play
Just like Megatron (Say what? He gon' wipe the tears, yeah)
I can't beef with no nigga
That lil' nigga my son (He my son, oh, ayy)
Yeah, I believe in God, bitch (I believe in God)
I got niggas tryna steal my swag, tryna get on my shit (No cap)
I'm a bad bitch, you know I be on that hot shit (And what?)
Yes, I pop shit (Say what?), yеah
I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' shooters
Thеy be on that mob shit
(Baow, baow, we ain't gon' cry no more)
I'm a bad-ass bitch, I came with a attitude
I'm gon' talk shit (Fuck you talkin' 'bout)
These niggas really be bitches
These niggas be Nazi's (Niggas be Nazi's)
Give me one year and I'm gon' sell out Roxy (I'm gon' sell out Roxy)
It'll all be over
If you play, I'ma let this shit
It'll all be over, (Do it, I'm gon' sell out Roxy)
If you play, I'ma let it— (One of these old days–)
How you turn on your brother?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Let's go, say what?)
How you turn on your brother?
You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Say what? It'll all be over)
I don't play 'bout my mom
I might go grab my gun (Grab my gun, yeah, it'll all be over)
I know she just a girl (Say what?)
She just wanna have fun (What? What?)
They can't silence me (Ha-ha, niggas crazy)
Break him in his shit, got her horny (Say what?)
(I'm with yo— yeah, I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Nigga was talkin' 'bout me (What?)
And he ain't did nothin' to me (Say what?), yeah
Bad bitch out your league, yeah
You can't fuck with me, yeah
(You can't fuck with me, one of these old days)
I smoke a whole lot of weed, I count a whole lot of cheese
I'm sittin' back pushin' it P (Pushin' it P)
I pull up, I fuck up the scene (I pull up, I fuck up the scene)
We won't have to cry no more (I pull up, I fuck up the scene)
See, God's gon' wipe away all our tears
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