Smokingskul - mlk 2 lyrics
[Smokingskul - mlk 2 lyrics]
That bitch tryna fuck 'cause
She see the bread six niggas in my class
You would think I was sped
"Where you get your guns from
Smoke?" You niggas fed
You niggas ain't get shot for real
Bitch, I cheat like Martin Luther
Bitch, choppa got kick
Should've been a producer
Could've been a cover athlete
Like Devin Booker
Can't kidnap the bitch, cut her up
Then we cook her
Kill my own wife, I feel like Jimmy Snuka
You on the corner still like a hooker
Smoking a Backwood, not no Hooka
I don't shake hands, no, I'm not a looker
Gina like Martin
Nigga, look what you started
What? Switch sound like it's farting
Glock sound like it's farting
Give me that shit, nigga, I don't bargain
We can't match up, Walmart and Target
Give me ten, nigga, like a sergeant
I got more guns than a
That bitch tryna fuck 'cause
She see the bread six niggas in my class
You would think I was sped
"Where you get your guns from
Smoke?" You niggas fed
You niggas ain't get shot for real
Like Meg'
Bitch, I cheat like Martin Luther
Bitch, choppa got kick
Should've been a producer
Could've been a cover athlete
Like Devin Booker
Can't kidnap the bitch, cut her up
Then we cook her
Kill my own wife, I feel like Jimmy Snuka
You on the corner still like a hooker
Smoking a Backwood, not no Hooka
I don't shake hands, no, I'm not a looker
She see the bread six niggas in my class
You would think I was sped
"Where you get your guns from
Smoke?" You niggas fed
You niggas ain't get shot for real
Bitch, I cheat like Martin Luther
Bitch, choppa got kick
Should've been a producer
Could've been a cover athlete
Like Devin Booker
Can't kidnap the bitch, cut her up
Then we cook her
Kill my own wife, I feel like Jimmy Snuka
You on the corner still like a hooker
Smoking a Backwood, not no Hooka
I don't shake hands, no, I'm not a looker
Gina like Martin
Nigga, look what you started
What? Switch sound like it's farting
Glock sound like it's farting
Give me that shit, nigga, I don't bargain
We can't match up, Walmart and Target
Give me ten, nigga, like a sergeant
I got more guns than a
That bitch tryna fuck 'cause
She see the bread six niggas in my class
You would think I was sped
"Where you get your guns from
Smoke?" You niggas fed
You niggas ain't get shot for real
Like Meg'
Bitch, I cheat like Martin Luther
Bitch, choppa got kick
Should've been a producer
Could've been a cover athlete
Like Devin Booker
Can't kidnap the bitch, cut her up
Then we cook her
Kill my own wife, I feel like Jimmy Snuka
You on the corner still like a hooker
Smoking a Backwood, not no Hooka
I don't shake hands, no, I'm not a looker
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