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Lil' Kim

Auto Blanco

 

Auto Blanco

(album: 9 - 2019)


Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here
We overseas, they like "How you get them Glocks out here?"
I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
Feed alot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
"Fuck Lil' Kim" that's all I hear is people talking evil
"Fuck Lil' Kim" if you say that then bitch I better not see you
"Fuck Lil' Kim" bitch watch your mouth before they can't ID you
Laid up in ICU where nobody can't come see you
Why these bitches think they safe because I'm not out?
You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
Everytime I see these chicks they quick to cop out
IG got these hoes thinking that they got clout
Get'cho ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pulling rank
Never talk when gangstas talk unless you 'bout that action
My track record'll tell you bitches I ain't just rapping
This Dior coat is the only one, so you can't jack it
I'm a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
Niggas flexing on the 'Gram, but they be broke
Smoking on 'em blunts, but don't want no smoke
Never care so much right now, my paper's stacking up
I'm in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up
Ya'll both got knocked, he in, you out, it ain't adding up
But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga that's cap or what
Big and Pac'd be alive right now if you niggas ain't gassed shit up
If I knew who did it, I'd personally wrap their caskets up
I'ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain't die for nothing
Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothing
These rats running round in this jungle, lying for nothing
Be careful we got apes out here, eat you alive for nothing

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