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Pow Right in the Kisser
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Drakeo the Ruler
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He ran up on the chop, he's a boxer Pow, right in the kisser This a stick, this a drum, I'll drop somethin', n***a Pow, right in the kisser I'ma shoot the K until the cops come Pow, right in the kisser We did him like that 'cause he's a spot burner Pow, right in the kisser Pull up with the stick with the drum, who wan' run with me? Pow, right in the kisser Stupid shells dumping out the chop, it's a hundiddy Pow, right in the kisser I'ma pull it out the Louis bag, don't come for me Pow, right in the kisser I just stomped a n***a in some Christian Louboutins Pow, right in the kisser I just shot a n***a granny house, don't care who in there Pow, right in the kisser I can't trust the n***as that I hang with, they be shooting kids Pow, right in the kisser I'll smoke a n***a like a Swisher or a pack of cigs Pow, right in the kisser I'll pull on with a chop on the opps and split a wig (For real) Pow, right in the kisser I broke his b*t*h, he poppin' it, now I'm poppin' on Fig Pow, right in the kisser We didn't drive-by, we walked him down, put him in a ditch Pow, right in the kisser I got this FN'll cross a n***a, treat him like a Christian Pow, right in the kisser In my Christian Louboutins runnin', chasin' me a victim Pow, right in the kisser The 7.62s flippin'll put him in a blender Pow, right in the kisser A bartender, I give him shots, now he look drunk like he on liquor Pow, right in the kisser Those are not Glocks, buddy, those are ghost guns (Those ain't real) Pow, right in the kisser My homie smoked too many opps, he don't got no lungs (He ain't even got no lungs) Pow, right in the kisser .223 shells, n***a, that's for King Kong (That's for them big-ass n***as) Pow, right in the kisser Go play that Ruth's Chris, b*t*h, that's my theme song (We eat at Ruth's Chris every time we walk sh*t) Pow, right in the kisser In this Bally backpack is a big strap (Got some sh*t that really can't even fit in this backpack) Pow, right in the kisser He got flipped, hollows turned him to a Big Mac (Turned his dumb ass to a burger or somethin') Pow, right in the kisser Dead man, that's a homie you can't get back (He's no longer, he can't come back) Pow, right in the kisser Strippin' every buster n***a at them kickbacks (They have no chains on, bro) Pow, right in the kisser Ridin' around the city with two straps, I feel like John Wick (Feel like I'm Wick) Pow, right in the kisser Caught him front our store, so I flicked him like a Bic (Like a lighter) Pow, right in the kisser b*t*hes choosin' sides 'cause they knowin' we the sh*t (We them n***as, we got sticks) Pow, right in the kisser We don't give 'em sh*t, we just run 'em, then we dip (We dip, we run 'em) Pow, right in the kisser Bro dropped fifty, so I had to place the order (The order, I placed it) Pow, right in the kisser Chop his head off and throw his body 'cross the border (I flipped him like a quarter) Pow, right in the kisser You is not a slider, n***a, you the hood porter Pow, right in the kisser You could date the b*t*h if you got the fee to afford her (You can't buy that b*t*h) Pow, right in the kisser He's never coming back and that's that Pow, right in the kisser I'ma shoot it 'til my hand cramp Pow, right in the kisser I ain't finna go in bareback, b*t*h Pow, right in the kisser You love me, then come let my friends crash Pow, right in the kisser I caught him lacking in a C class Pow, right in the kisser We gon' have to run the beat back Pow, right in the kisser You go against the team, you need cash Pow, right in the kisser I caught his mama at the repass Pow, right in the kisser Another n***a dead, you gotta deal with it (I mean it's been a long-ass time) Pow, right in the kisser You an internet thug, I'm in them real trenches (You just pop it on the 'Gram, you weird-ass n***a) Pow, right in the kisser He wanna squabble up, I wanna kill n***as (I'ma hit him with this chop, we ain't gon' box) Pow, right in the kisser I'm from the Stinc Team, it's all real n***as (We runnin' sh*t, y'all weird) Pow, right in the kisser I nutted in her face and told her deal with it (Splashed all on her motherf**kin' face) Pow, right in the kisser I was cooking in the county on the grill, n***a (I was whippin' up all type of fancy sh*t) Pow, right in the kisser I was really in K-Town takin' field trips (With Ling Ling, Mei Ling, Kim Jong, and all them) Pow, right in the kisser All dome shots, we tryna split wigs (We tryna rearrange some sh*t) Pow, right in the kisser Man, n***as know what the f**k goin' on with n***as (Pow, right in the kisser) Man, he's never coming back and that's that, n***a Man let that sh*t go, bro, like This sh*t is ridiculous like (Pow, right in the kisser) You n***as still holding onto grudges and all that sh*t from three years ago, man, like (Pow, right in the kisser) I'm just saying, like, y'all n***as, like Come on, bro, like (Pow, right in the kisser) Like, like, it's over with bro, like, man, like, like, come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisser) He's never coming back and that's that Like (Pow, right in the kisser) Like, just face it, bro, like y'all just holding onto this sh*t like, n***a (Pow, right in the kisser) What y'all gon' do, wait 'til somebody else get flipped? Like, what's goin' on? Like (Pow, right in the kisser) Yeah, exactly, n***a, yeah (Pow, right in the kisser) Ugh (Pow, right in the kisser) Pow, right in the kisser, pow, right in the kisser, pow, right in the kisser (Pow, right in the kisser) Ugh Come on, bro (Pow, right in the kisser) He's no longer (Pow, right in the kisser)
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