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The Generals Corner
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K Koke
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I'm a motherf**king boss b*t*h f**k b*t*hes, hit the motherf**king off switch Like f**k b*t*hes, man can never have me boxed in I touch triggers off keys like a locksmith Run figures, run birds like an ostrich Flop with us, is you really bout this opp sh*t? Then f**k with us, hammer bang, you can't touch this Block spitter, got a baddie in the c*ckpit She love hittas, tryna hide a hitta hostage I'm stone cold like Austin Rose gold, sh*t froze, wrist frosting A box of snow is what the cost is Watch this, I'm L.I.V. like Toxteth I send bees to your wasps nest When I'm vexed I'm a monster like Loch Ness This big wap can catch man offset No Cardi, wе sparky, you drop dead f**k feds, f**k you if you said f**k Kev f**k who? You don't wanna bump hеads If I bumped you, forget about that young breh I'm from that hard knock school, hood Ofsted All they heard was bark, bark, boom when I bopped in Take man for cartoon, that's the wrong ting Why? I pepper pigs with the long ting No limit on the card when you master P I go get it, I'm a boss, I know talk is cheap No tennis when I serve, my turf's the streets I've got a bird on a bird with a bird for me I've got chicken in buckets like KFC I'm whipping up to country in an AMG I'm sipping on some bubbly like they ain't me These b*t*hes wanna f**k me but they ain't C H-L-O-E, running through these hunnids like Usain B O-L-T, if you ain't f**king with it then oh well, leave You know Koke stay woke, I'm a well known G A couple greenhouses, money grow on trees I buss down, a b*t*h bleed like a dog on heat Big corn turn him veg like he don't want no beef Up early, up late like I don't want no sleep It's like everybody's sleeping, tryna wake up sheep I chase dreams and make mills like Meek I shot two packs, now I'm feeling B.I.G I just buss case like f**k the C.I.D You know K stay winning till I D-I-E It's a dope day dealing, tryna see my P's They don't see how I'm living, they just see IG You C.I.B., G.O.A.T. like M-Arley Shots rip through him clothes cah him Ed Hardy Stop snitch pon di roads you likkle federally Shelly anytime we party Anytime I step out with the yardies Tell a boy "Don't start it" I plug bro for my chargey Shots fire and find him like GPS I'm like Khaled with the matic darg, we the best I beat the darg so hard I had to call a vet We don't talk and we deffo don't talk to feds You ain't a boss so you deffo can't talk to Kev Walk and live pu**y, talk and dead This big four-fizzy cost an arm and a leg If I buss it and it hit him, take his arm and his leg I ain't f**king with these d**kheads, I ain't f**king with skets I'm strictly bout my business, tryna f**k up a cheque K Kizzy from the bizzy, bout to cover the bet I stand on action, we don't talk on the net These pussies Zayn Malik, pillow talk in the bed When they see us they panic, got 'em holding their breath They know say we have it, Koke rolling with skeng
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