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Paroles de KUNTA KINTE (feat. Ves)

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Paroles de la chanson KUNTA KINTE (feat. Ves) par JDN lyrics officiel

KUNTA KINTE (feat. Ves) est une chanson en Anglais

Uh, one take gang, ha
Aye, aye, aye
(Yibambe) My cup black like Kunta Kinte
Give a fuck bout what my bitch say
Niggas kneeling when the king say get down show some respect
We some headhunters aim it at your neck, let the kickback do the rest
Nigga that's a closed casket
They want Ves to come to the party, bitches can't stop asking
Yo bitch will probably kill you for some racks nigga, Carole Baskins
Wake up 2am, get in the stu and I don't stop spazzin
Put some crazy shit inside his blunt, now he can't stop spazzin
My bitch actin' like a cunt, she can't stop spazzin
She got my name written on her butt, so I can't stop smashin
Put a brake up on the stick to hide the muzzle flashes
Press the brake up on the whip, I think I see that nigga lackin
Bullets hit on perfect timing, like we hit some black flashes
I see red, these niggas turn to slaves and I just get to lashin
Ves, slow the V down and keep it steady while I'm crashin
Shit, ight
When I pull up, you know it's a party, Jadon gon' pass me the cardi
All eyes on me, I feel like I'm Pac, as soon as I step in the spot
Hoes, they flockin', you know I'm passin' them off
Throwing an oop like Stockton, she on her knees
She want me to give her the D, but that wasn't even an option
I feel like I'm Magic Johnson, but I don't got HIV
Step in your hood, they know that I'm poppin', they callin' me G-O-A-T
Stay on my pivot, these niggas can't fuck with me, I feel like a bumblebee
Yellow and black on my back, let's go to the club right now, that's where the honeys be
Bad bitches jumping and sliding on poles, tryna get with me to take off my clothes
Can't even look at me right in the eye, they watch for the cash I throw
Watch out for my hip, I'm keepin the grip
Pop out the back door, he tryna blick him
Think he a streamer, the way imma clip him
Five to the face, roll him up with a nic'
Like damn, I'm losin' my mind in this bitch
I'm done with you niggas, that's it
Pass me the blunt, I'm tryna take a hit
5.5 in the cup, that's dirty
Shootin' his body, no Call of Duty
Red on the shirt like a tampon, nasty
Just like a white boy tryna get sturdy
Yibambe, my cup black like Kunta Kinte
My cup black like Michael Blackson
I'm Jamaican, fit white like Michael Jackson
Aye nigga what the fuck
Aye, Villain gang, uh
You're not a real Villain
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