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KOTA
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Hey, hey Born to kill for this sh*t, ay Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay I was born to kill for this sh*t, like, for real My life is a movie, DVD, that sh*t for sale F**k 'bout what you heard, f**k 'bout what you tell It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill All gas, no brakes, pop off, propane White girl, cocaine, caked up nose rangs, uh I remember chillin', doin' hoodrat sh*t with friends These n***as my children, I don't wanna make amends Underground Underdogs finna pop sh*t like confetti Locked and load, we set it off, I had to get my blicky ready Ho, before I die, I hope that I can reach a million subs You and I, our lives are really f**kin' juxtaposed That b*t*h been obsessed with me, to me, she just a stupid ho Always tryna call a n***a on a bunch of different phones I'm with Shwinnis, not Joe Biden F**k that ho, she lyin' Keep that pipe on me, got iron He got canceled, that boy lyin' Oops, I just put the juice in my veins, I'm not Bruce I just feel like Bane, put the pain in the booth Suicide Cobain, blow my brains out the roof She a freak, tie her up, she got turned on by the noose I was born to kill for this sh*t, like, for real My life is a movie, DVD, that sh*t for sale F**k 'bout what you heard, f**k 'bout what you tell It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill I was sixteen, I was sellin' that dope Night job shift, had me wipin' those floors I was sellin' them eighths in the middle of my break Got a lot on my plate, but you know how it go She said it's fate, I said, "Like, baby, I'm feelin' the same way, but look at the odds" She wanna play, I just want vacays and couple of babies [?] I need my plate, I keep my family locked and I'm lovin' my girl, no menages Push came to shove and that sh*t was just whoopin' my a**, now I'm tryna push sh*t just to start Pushin' that sh*t 'til this limit, my limit been limitless Just cop me the stimulus I be running away, but I cannot get into that (Shh, hush) So, baby, cut into this Thirty in my 40, I got two, them jawns akimbo Caught your homie goin' in his crib, then turned him to indo K clip curl look nice as f**k when spittin' out my window Twenty nickels hit his face, now they keep askin', "Where his sense go?" Blood all on his kinfolk, oops, it's on a lil' opp b*t*h Known for catchin' fades with everybody, 'cause I don't got picks Eli Manning with the package, known to make rock flip Shwinny pull up from a distance, no Ben Simmons, I will not miss (Shh) I was born to kill for this sh*t, like, for real I'm somethin' like a role model, I feel like Uncle Phil (Yuh) I just popped a pill, I'll let you know how I feel B*t*h, I'm spinnin' like Yoshimitsu, I'm drinkin' like I had gills Back pockets stuffed with bills, got me dancin' like Eddy Gordo Strippers beggin' me for photos 'cause I look so f**kin' gorgeous (Yuh) She sucked my d**k and now she feel like she important Yeah, my whip imported, b*t*h, you know I could afford it I was born to kill for this sh*t, like, for real My life is a movie, DVD, that sh*t for sale F**k 'bout what you heard, f**k 'bout what you tell It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill Sh*t, like, for real Let's go F**k 'bout what you heard, yeah Strip
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