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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
KA$HDAMI
KA$HDAMI
Stimme und Gesang
Kris Cole
Kris Cole
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kris Cole
Kris Cole
Komponist:in
David Wallace
David Wallace
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
lil red
lil red
Produzent:in
Kris Cole
Kris Cole
Produzent:in
Dub Dami
Dub Dami
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We tote automatics, ****, you still totin' semi's
Riding 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Try and play with Flexx and yo ass might end up buck fifty
These **** kitty-kitty, fuck with me and end up missin'
Confused why twelve keep talkin' 'bout a fuckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fading away, aye
Bitch, I'm EBK and with them hats so tell me, what's the fuckin' play?
I got PTSD, so all my stains be on replay (Bitch, I'm feelin')
[Verse 2]
We tote automatics, ****, you still totin' semi's
Riding 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Try and play with Flexx and yo ass might end up buck fifty
These **** kitty-kitty, fuck with me and end up missin'
Confused why twelve keep talkin' 'bout a fuckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fading away, aye
Bitch, I'm EBK and with them hats so tell me, what's the fuckin' play?
I got PTSD, so all my stains be on replay
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm feelin' great, knew a couple **** was fake
I cut thе head up off the snake, my girl's a tеn and yours a eight
I tried to teach you how to cook, but you still ate up off my plate
How come you won't go start a business but still wanna cop a eighth?
Well, McDonald's is not a date, get off yo' ass and make some cake
Yo' momma ain't wait nine months for you to make a hate page
These **** sweet like cake, bake
Bitch, I'm the ace, don't pull my card, that's a mistake
I'm posted calculatin' P's, like it's algebra, eighth grade, gang
[Verse 4]
We tote automatics, you got semi's
Bitch, I'm riding 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Try and play with Flexx and yo ass might end up buck fifty
These **** kitty-kitty, fuck with me and end up missin'
Confused why twelve keep talkin' 'bout a fuckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fading away, aye
Bitch, I'm EBK and with them hats so tell me, what's the fuckin' play?
I got PTSD, so all my stains be on replay (Gang)
[Verse 5]
We tote automatics, you still totin' semi's
Riding 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Try and play with Flexx and yo ass might end up buck fifty
These **** kitty-kitty, fuck with me and end up missin'
Confused why twelve keep talkin' 'bout a fuckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fading away, aye
Bitch, I'm EBK and with them hats so tell me, what's the fuckin' play?
I got PTSD, so all my stains be on replay
Written by: David Wallace, Kris Cole
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