Veeze - Kurt Angle lyrics

That nigga not gang, he false claiming, haha
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That nigga not gang, he false claiming
The work off white like a fuckin' macadamia
Show you so much white
You gon' think you watchin' Shameless
The spot in my truck in LA
That bitch bangin'
I know you want me to say yo' name
But, I ain't gon' make you famous
We made it rain so hard, look up
You see a fuckin' rainbow
I'm sellin' so much fuckin' dope
I'm 'bout to go buy a Kango
When I see haters I just tell 'em "Hi"
I feel like Maino
Everything that me and yo' bitch do
Be X-Rated she wanna drive boat but
I'ma motherfuckin' sailor
I'm takin' the Wock' to get a
Weddin' dress and get it tailored
She want my heart
It's colder than a fuckin' snow angel

I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle

Pulled off the lot and get it tinted out
I'ma get that bitch
She suckin' and I spit it out
Fans ran up lookin' crazy
Damn near blicked 'em down
I don’t care if that statement from the 80’s
Ain’t no snitch allowed
Everything I say, nigga, I stand on it
Mr fifties, twenties geeked
He got a band on 'em
That nigga gon' lose his life if
He put his hands on me
We had him in Fendy with Saran on him
I got this lil bitch
Wetter than Bikini Bottom
I’m trappin' in Designer
I wanna be like Bob nem
I'm wrappin' up the beef like
I just made a gyro no Limit to this shit
I feel like my nigga Kyro