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kollision - ironic كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
kamikaze
drop the top, let the soul out it

[chorus]
pull up, that’s a kamikaze
drop the top, let the soul out it
these thots tryna suck the soul out me
let a b-tch suck me ’til her nose snotty
i find it ironic when n-ggas say they getting money
flooded ap need some plumbing
came out that motherf-ckin’ dungeon
straight out that jungle, jumanji
hope that ain’t your baby mommy
putting d-ck all in her stomach
better know just how i’m coming
better know just how i’m coming

[verse 1]
got a b-tch with a booty that jiggles
take it right out and nut on her nipple
pop an addy and f-ck ’til she crippled
make her spit then you turn ’round and kiss her
i got ice like a motherf-ckin’ sickle
b-tch i pop like a motherf-ckin’ pimple
got a thirty inside of this pistol
that b-tch rock like a motherf-ckin’ missile
all this ice make me motherf-ckin’ shiver
free my dogs out that motherf-ckin’ kennel
had to take it in little by little
that sh-t turned me into a gorilla
n-ggas claiming they with you, not with you
keep my circle small, cropping out pictures
put a hole in your face like a dimple
i’m the wave and you n-ggas just ripples
got my feet on the motherf-cking pedal
prices high like a motherf-cking treble
i got spots like a motherf-cking freckle
i can’t trade these lil b-tches, i’m careful
know these b-tches will fold under pressure
know these n-ggas will fold like a pretzel
for that money bag i go federal
we got msr’s and et cetera

[verse 2]
get money, invader, my raw
my diamonds, they dancing, that’s lights out
a quarter milly in my vault
straight wreck a b-tch home, it’s my fault
caught her by suprise, not incidental
hundred bags stashed inside this rental
hundred racks stashed inside my denim
twenty racks just to talk through these dentals
she give me brain, i f-ck up her mental
4 pockets full, i like my money neat
in the streets gotta play for keeps
i got a whole family to feed
they say it’s plenty fish in the sea
they tryna bring us the beach
twenty-five hundred just for a feat’
another fifteen just for my feet
that might look like a cherokee jeep
the way that the doors off
get head and i dose off
cook that sh-t like mozart

[bridge]
these b-tches on something
feeling like i’m on one
two cups, pour up
i just popped another one

- kollision

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