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S.O.B.
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Krizz Kaliko
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Aye, Krizz Fans don't give a damn if I put fifty on my wrist All I gotta do is chop But I don't make the hottest list All your asses sound like fraud What been coming out your lips? Should've got a nice job Dame got it on lock And that's on God That's on me If you a fraud S.O.B Bless your heart That's on me Before I charge S.O.B Watch out Bumble with the bee and get the honeycomb I never seen it but I know that money long Heard that if you studied long, you studied wrong It's not about a song, sure you're money' full I be like the black sheep with the police so I'm like "Wait" I'm in the hood, niggas don't see me, but [?] be like "Hey" I'm like a new six with a few clips so don't goo-goo where I stay Never confuse this with the blue shit 'cause soo-woo biz' what I say That's all the [?] nigga wanna say Did it with smart-ass dummies in the way I'm a six-figure nigga with the pay Who pull the trigger better at a prey Yeah, yeah Ready your bitch Said you got a little right here Whatever you say Yeah, yeah I'ma stay Krizz Say you can stay ripping off the label for the pay Yeah, yeah Yeah I know how I can just talk to 'em fowl or give me a house with a view Niggas' is dumber than you Don't know what to do, but you gotta put food in your home You could do it all alone If you tried to get on in the city where angels can fly You can goodbye Yeah when the surface is perfect with bands in your hand and the- Fans don't give a damn if I put fifty on my wrist All I gotta do is chop But I don't make the hottest list All your asses sound like fraud What been coming out your lips? Should've got a nice job But it don't make me what exists And that's on God That's on me If you a fraud S.O.B Bless your heart That's on me Before I charge S.O.B Watch out I am the one Am I staying pathetic? I look like I'm pregnant and shit But with a God Head up to Heaven and [?] see what I can get Looking for fun Go get the medic, they deaded, they let it get where I can see Nothing get done So now with a crowd that is loud and I can't hear nobody but me Better take it off, better slow down Don't be holding that four-pound up You did it from the ground up? Take the gun from your hand and you so fed up I don't really got no case I don't really got no face All I know is you first and you last And I don't really got no brakes Don't let me catch those vapors I just been looking for paper mâché I don't wanna pull no capers on me .223, now the clips' where I lay Ain't no toilet paper on me Boogie-man, he take it away Guess I'll see you later, we'll see It's not where I wanna be and them- Fans don't give a damn if I put fifty on my wrist All I gotta do is chop But I don't make the hottest list All your asses sound like fraud What been coming out your lips? Should've got a nice job But it don't make me what exists And that's on God That's on me If you a fraud S.O.B Bless your heart That's on me Before I charge S.O.B Shut up, just shut up Shut up, Krizz I'ma come up missing if you listen Shut up, just shut up Shut up, Krizz I'ma come up missing if you listen
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