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Claimin His Fame lyricsby Kenta K
whats crackin son except for your moms pipe
kenta kommer as-tight all-night all-right im all about twisted shit better believe it i like my women smelly n i like my weed wet i know where i be at plus all o yall know theres places you just dont wanna go man i need some motivation T.R wont cut it ive heard one song he was on that was buttered but if he´d shut the fuck up it would have been bomb cus nicholas and chords dun did the whole song and im not dissin though just sayin it like it is think i wont go there? i just did but i wont fuck with you beggin for rougher sex cus youse a faggot mothafucka...next! they be sayin his name they be claimin his fame how come these mothafuckas act up when it goes down this man cant be touched thats whats up and you need to just shut the fuck up thinkin of bringin it thinkin you´ll gain think again think i wont win think man think spitbox and get knocked kid i kid you not my shit hits you like shit you forgot hand me no tapes all of yall is just hopeless ok gimme watch me throw it like a smokefest main you are bout to bound to fuck up so let me plot the proper puff puff always got a mouth on me like what not so how the fuck you gon fuck with me partna they be sayin his name they be claimin his fame how come these mothafuckas act up when it goes down this man cant be touched thats whats up and you need to just shut the fuck up my shits off the hook and ive got skills in it too what the bloodclot you pop pills with your boo!? that shit is bad for you man come on dawg i thought i dun told you that drugs are all wrong but nuff with that shit lemme get this bitch crackin i dont believe in shit till shit happen come on fuck and the outcome will turn ugly like people that meet while singlesclubbing yall still go buggin man aint shit changed see me when you see me how my dick taste homemade hiphop youve got that shit straight but you i rather be homemade than bitchmade the only way im havin it is mad tight while you be fuckin nothin but your favourite hand, right? i n i need no posse to back us up 59 times the pain main thats whats up,so whats up? they be sayin his name they be claimin his fame how come these mothafuckas act up when it goes down this man cant be touched thats whats up and you need to just shut the fuck up... |
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