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letra de occupation - kedela

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
tie ’em-tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f-ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em-put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot
tie ’em-tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f-ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em-put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

[verse 1: koopsta knicca]
well, i’m fresh up outta jail with no job, so i steal and rob
creepin’ through them parks and runnin’ them b-tches up out them boulevards
this that type of sh-t that’ll make you cl!ck to get your ass in
well, what you want, playеr? what you want, player?
b-tch, them motherf-ckin’ dividеnds
i’m that n-gga to envy with that d-mn devil in me
koopsta’s buckin’ these b-tches down, leavin’ they motherf-ckin’ pockets empty
that’s what i did and now i got a f-ckin’ bl–dy glock
from makin’ these n-ggas lay drop yourself takin’ these b-tches off to my stash pot
and when i step, d-mn fool, best to watch yourself
’cause walkin’ with that koopsta knicca’s bad for your f-ckin’ health
ho, i would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar
and if i do you, it’s a murder, murder, murder, murders

[verse 2: koopsta knicca]
5-0’s on my d-ck, now tell me, b-tch, what am i supposed to do?
some trick must’ve snitched about that koopsta knicca robbin’ fools
i never break a sweat in the presence of a motherf-ckin’ redneck
a high speed chase is in effect, wrapped a scarf around my d-mn dreads
inside the mind of a motherf-ckin’ lunatic
leavin’ trizzicks headless, it’s pathetic to try to f-ck with this
that’s why i make them hits and call this sh-t a n-gga knock
b-tch, don’t let this be your stash pot
[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp]
tie ’em-tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f-ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em-put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot
tie ’em-tie ’em to my bumper, drug ’em, f-ck ’em
i don’t love ’em, dump ’em, slump—
put ’em-put ’em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

[verse 3: koopsta knicca]
stolen chevy, ballin’ in with the .450 in this motherf-ckin’ b-tch
plus i’m layin’ down n-ggas, 5-0 b-tches they can’t f-ck with this
turned the corner thinkin’ “i’m gonna lay these tricks in a body bag”
and could this be the end of the koopsta knicca in a ski mask?
ask me if i’m dracula, i’ll tell you this time i’m f-cked up
victims of my f-ckin’ stang got a trunk filled up with the mega bust
he lies on my f-ckin’ side, shakin’, paranoid and sh-t
so i just put an end to that -gunshot- scary b-tch
stockpile’s at his side, plus i’m ruthless by my d-mn self
plus hangin’ with that koopsta knicca’s bad for your f-ckin’ health
gettin’ up outta my haul, k!llin’, stealin’, this is pimp sh-t
really ’bout my business, trick, droppin’ n-ggas off at my stash pot, b-tch

[outro: koopsta knicca]
5-0’s on my d-ck, now tell me, b-tch, what am i supposed to do?
some trick must’ve snitched about that koopsta knicca robbin’ fools
i never break a sweat in the presence of a motherf-ckin’ redneck
a high speed chase is in effect, wrapped a scarf around my d-mn dreads

- kedela

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