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letra de in the kutt - kg smokey

[chorus: mobxcg]
ay, i don’t really give a f-ck
bring a b-tch quick in my night then i cut
ay, i got my shooters in the kutt
living in the streets, got no time for these b-ms
ay, i don’t really give a f-ck
bring a b-tch quick in my night then i cut
ay, i got my shooters in the kutt
leave em in the streets, got no time for these b-ms

[verse 1: mobxcg]
what?
ain’t got no time for these b-ms, yeah
i’m the n-gg- in the juice, i’m pourin’ lice in that mud, got that mud
cookie in my wood, i put the gas in my lungs
and we don’t really give a f-ck, me and my n-gg-s go dumb
all my n-gg-s ballin’ with these c-nts
r.i.p. get no p-ss [?] up
it’s gettin’ shady in this b-tch, ain’t no sun
all that cash on the neck, n-gg- stop lying

[verse 2: kg smokey]
she keep a [?] in the p-ssy, i keep a glock with the d-ck
if these p-ss-es get the talkin’, they can f-ck with the stick
a whole lotta whips snappin’, i’mma snap on the b-tch
dancin’ with the stars, i [?] my wrist
i’m a skinny little n-gg- but i never got my -ss kicked
if a n-gg- trippin’ i’mma catch his -ss and trap
b-tches used to take trips until that n-gg- b-tch paid the tax
100k in the streets, quarter-mil in these wraps
n-gg-

[verse 3: mobxcg]
lil’ b-tch, you don like to fight sh-t, n-gg- swipe sh-t
caught that n-gg-, had to pack him on that night ship
double bag, amp it up like a light switch
you can have her, if she choosin’ up she ain’t mines
pay enough for my time, b-tch that’s something i can’t play with
throwin’ me excuses, why you broke, you can save it
slide up in the bentley, cookie odor is my [?]
shooters in the kutt, you trippin up, n-gg- spray sh-t

[verse 4: kg smokey]
real disrespect for a n-gg-, i be really trippin’
b-tch ain’t [?] she gon bleed, better pay pigeons
n-gg-s ain’t never hit the road to make em money midgets
[?] can’t leave my clip just like i’m blake griffin
n-gg- put your time in that thought but still got no bread
strip talk, comin’ through these hunters like a doormat
ain’t no romance, don’t try to love cus i need more bands
reason why i’m slidin’ with this mop like the [?]

- kg smokey

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