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letra de kimbo - otherwise

hook:
i been dabbin, dabbin, dabbin in the f-ckin’ scene
i been wavy, wavy, wavy off promethazine
i been rollin, rollin, rollin in my limousine
i just want to make that money i don’t want no sleep
now watch me dab, dab like a n-gga all that
yes i always ball out, that’s a proven fact
always on the grind, never be on the lack
i be makin hunnids in the time of your nap

verse:
f-ck dabbin’, i’ma throw hands
kimbo slice ya whole fam
on the road for mo’ bands
got no time to slow down
grindin to the top i swear to god, we get it poppin off
not doin numbers yet but till i do we ain’t gone stop, nah
he trippin, that’s a bold man
better get the program
packin out her old man
his homies better hold him back
we rollin wit no burners, no protection, ain’t no trojans
all we need is knucks to f-ck you up, we boutta break ground
listen here boy, did my time for the sh-t (whoo)
i done put too many years to go out blind for the sh-t (whoo)
out here chasin’ dreams, forever young with my clique (whoo)
i’m the hook to your pan, take your wendy then i dip (whoo)
you can do your f-ckin dab, i’ma lean like i’m t.i.p. (whoo)
how you think you f-ckin’ hard when ya jeans don’t fit (whoo)
my sister fit the same ones, you spayed like a b-tch (whoo)
she could f-ck up you up, on her own, you ain’t sh-t (whoo)

verse:
gah d-mn, it’s round 2
i don’t got the time f-ck with you
i’m gravy gettin’ wavy with my haters tryna play me, too
just when you thought i’m done i’m bouncin back i’m guessin i’m the glue
put you onto me, you vibin too, shoulda guessed that sh-t when i hit the stu’
never had a bad track, no matter how fast, i put them b-tches out, gonna get fat tax
go down on ya b-tch cause she got a fat -ss, she gone suck my d-ck, might put her on the map
let the homies hit, go to town on the cat
we dog -ss k!llas, out the pound, on gas
tearin’ you apart when you f-ckin wit the pack
back to the beats, that’s my only relapse
my mission is to get my tracks on corners like i’m pimpin, facts
scr-pin out the pot for this, they think it’s crack up in my raps
don’t get it twisted, we ain’t friends, positions switchin fast
you the b-tch and i’m the beast i’ll take ya compliments, no cap
i’m not the type to fight unless you talkin’ not the facts (thats facts)
you a fake you must be on my d-ck cause opposites attract (attract)
i keep my stars aligned you’d think the holocaust is back (oh nah)
and all my billy’s may be spotless like i oxy clean my cash

- otherwise

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