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kuzy! (4k$xy) - triple k! كلمات أغنية

[intro]
aight, aight (you crazy?)
x you crazy!

[verse 1: kuzy!]
like d_mn, she gon’ go crazy on d_ck
40 bands when i walk in this b_tch (walk in this)
yeah, yeah we gon’ run this sh_t up
we gon’ run this sh_t up, we gon’ keep making hits
like d_mn, tell the pretty b_tch get back
get back, don’t get no makeup on my fit (on my fit)
like d_mn, yeah b_tch, you knew what it is
and you knew what i’m on but you keep sending fl!cks (sending fl!cks)
like do you wanna f_ck or what? (or what?)
got a face but she don’t got a b_tt (don’t got a b_tt)
keep my stick, yeah i’m keeping it tucked (keepin’ it tucked)
you can catch a shot just like a buck
he a b_tch, man, that n_gga a cuck
hit his b_tch from the back and front (back and the front)
i don’t argue, i just hit my blunt (just hit my blunt)
i’m the man, b_tch, i really just stunt (really just stunt)
on the d_ck, man she really go crazy
smoking too much, got my vision so hazy
her smile so bright, that sh_t just like a daisy
i’m chasing my brеad, n_gga give me my gravy
uh, how you gon’ talk on the ‘nеt?
b_tch, you stay sending threats
it ain’t really a sweat, uh
yeah, i just copped some new diamonds
this b_tch getting wet
b_tch, i might just go flex
[verse 2: kels!]
like d_mn, f_ck
just copped some new diamonds, we might need to flex
i’m calling this b_tch, i don’t care for a text
this ice on my wrist, it cost more than yo’ check
why he talkin’ that sh_t? then you might just get whacked
these hollows, they cling, put a hole in yo’ vest
bullets might just go deeper and spin through yo’ chest
we up like a king, but i ain’t talking chess
these n_ggas keep playing like they know they next
i’m spinning with kai and we ain’t get no rest
we looking for opps like a ace in the deck
this bad lil’ b_tch, and she sucking my d_ck

[verse 3: spankyfrmdaville]
bad lil’ b_tch, and her ass real naughty
been with the bros, yeah, we catch a lotta bodies
bad lil’ b_tch, and she looking like mali
30 on my wrist and 30 on my neck
ice gold chain, b_tch you can’t even flex
bad lil’ b_tch, and you know she was wet
got my pole, and it’s tucked
i know she a bop from the way that she f_ck
diss on my bro, then we smoking on scotty
i’m way too drunk and i’m smoking this molly
it’s 30 on my wrist and 30 on my neck
my fit cost more than yo’ check
[verse 4: kuzy! & kels!]
when she got up, i just told her to shake it
i hit from the back said, “b_tch, just take it”
hit from the back ‘till i muhf_ckin’ break it (uh_huh)
might f_ck on her friend and call her a replacement
that n_gga a b_tch, got his face on the pavement
got hit in his sh_t, now that n_gga adjacent
gave her d_ck once, now she low on her patience
throwing it back, man, i’m loving her placement
you say you a thug, but you ain’t even claim it
fist to yo’ face, that’s called an engagement
think i’ma crash out, b_tch i can’t contain it
shot him so much that the cops can’t explain it
she wanted some cash, so i put her on payment
she start going crazy, that’s some entertainment
he ran up the stairs, knock his ass in the bas_m_nt
all black fit, dressed up like a agent

- kuzy 4kxy

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