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KURT ANGLE

 

KURT ANGLE

(album: X6 - 2020)


ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

I'm sipping Wockhardt right now, it taste wonderful
A nigga ran off, I got my hitman hunting you

Hate when I can't smoke, I need to go find my medicine
Money in my safe, that shit older than Thomas Edison
Bitch, your breath stink, you need to go and get a peppermint
R-I-P the opps, they losing by a large deficit
Knock a nigga out with my hands, that's fatality
I need to pour some Hi-Tec up, I got the allergy
Eating too good, I done damn near got a cavity
Knock a nigga out in eighth grade at Chandler Park Academy
Then I got kicked out, they said they can't have that
Showed her some money, but, bitch, you can't have this
Niggas fucked up, eating green beans and salad
I bought some Wockhardt, I'm 'bout to pour it in my beverage
My Rollie cost thirty, you could tell by the bezel
I just found some red and I bought it from The Devil
Lil' Draco, I'ma hold it like a cradle
Hit a nigga offline using' Cain and Abel
He short me my money so I'm 'bout to flip the table
Made thirty thousand playing Blackjack turn tables

I just had to choke slam a nigga like Kurt Angle
I'm finna fuck this bitch late night from the front angle

I tried to watch TV with her but she ain't got cable
Call one of my options, shot that nigga in his navel
Ain't talking 'bout the movie but I love the color purple (Purple)
Amiri jeans on me tight as Hell like Steve Urkel
You a lame-ass nigga so I'ma call you Steve Urkel
Was tryna fuck this bitch but she said she got a curfew
This some fire cookie, bitch, I'm smoking on turtle paco
I don't know what kinda weed you got, that's John Doe
That shit an unknown strain
My cousin broke as Hell, that nigga, he insane
It's something wrong with that nigga
Was finna fuck this bitch, but something wrong with her pussy
I think that lil' bitch burning or something
He ain't even wanna hit the road, I think he nervous or something
Like that nigga scared as Hell, hahahaha

I'm sipping Wockhardt right now, it taste wonderful
A nigga ran off, I got my hitman hunting you
I just had to choke slam a nigga like Kurt Angle
I'm finna fuck this bitch late night from the front angle

Fatto

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