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Wait KANG FRVR From my head, shoulders, knees, to my toes I'm so extra Five, six, seven, eight hoes in my section Showstopper, I'ma flex up like the wrestler You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect Wait You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect They say, "Kang disrespectful" It's Kang, so successful Came up in this bitch Yes I came to collect, ooh I don't like guns But got three in my dresser One for suppression and one with comp- Damn One for compression, and one for protection White gold Rollie on my wrist match the necklace Whole gang walked in this bitch like perfection Now she want me all in her box like a check list For breakfast, it's steak and eggs Bad bitch, she gon' give me head That glitchy sit next to the bed Don't push me, I'm close to the edge It's KANGSTA Election The Rollie presidential Probably why yo bitch on my wood like a pencil It's Renzo the Rizzly Bear She folded like a pretzel But I had to cut her off The bitch got sentimental Aye Renz this yo KANGSTA flow? Eight bands for a feature bro Fake friends, yeah, they need to go Made plans for my people though 'cause I Bossed up You're now in the presence of a real don I'm iced up Diamonds on me dripping make a real pond Black bitch Head hella stupid She a real blonde No Cosby I'ma keep poppin' til these Damn Peter Piper picked a pack and Big Solo flipped that I can't lay up with no bitch I ask where her chips at Bitch sucked so much dick I had to ask Where her lips at? Solo, Kangsta, Lil Vada with them big racks Let's get it Now why the fuck they staring? 'Cause I'm a black guy And I just got top from two Karens? Both them bitches call me "Daddy" I feel like two parents I don't have my passport But I still got hoes in Paris Up me a chop and I leave em embarrassed I see a goat when I look in the mirror Toppin' me up in the whip I can't steer Put it in sport I'm switchin' the gears If she can't hear what I'm saying I buss' in her ear Yes sir Yo top ain't good if you aint crying no tears Damn, damn Let me stop playin' lil bitch I been pimpin' since pimpin' On pagers lil bitch Turn my shit up It's a RAGE in this bitch She could think I'm a God Still ain't saving a bitch Milli' on the album first week Robin game like I'm Slade in this bitch Shorty gave me that wop wop Some' like Lil Vada in this bitch How I get the bitch? I didn't do nothing I cracked her with rizz Aye My name is not Cedric 'Cause I am not entertaining a bitch She want some Lil Vada I didn't give her nothing She craving the psh My name is not Potter She say I'm too Harry She shaving the dick From my head, shoulders, knees, to my toes I'm so extra Five, six, seven, eight hoes in my section Showstopper, I'ma flex up like the wrestler You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect Wait You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect You ain't gotta like it, but you damn gon' respect Let's do it, let's go Yes Yes sir Aye Aye Yes sir You know you done fucked up right? Uh huh
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