Kenny Moss - "Who's Coming In 2nd?"

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[Verse 1] Let’s talk some shit, cause I ain’t pull up to just fuck around Better hit a rinse, with them dirty hands you fuckin clown Damn we got some sturdy mans Couple that with worthy plans Pull up and they duckin, wow We dunkin like it’s dunkin' now Bout to give you like four bars of that slick shit Then maybe four of that pimp shit Then maybe eight of that Prince shit Then stick it With a couple more that could end shit And if it don’t hit There's another verse, that ain’t missin Now we on to that pimp shit, don’t miss it I’m iceberg, but don’t slip kid H-O-F, like Dennis Might hit Magic, I'm the Don bitch Just wanna, keep you honest Was born in, you guessed it 1999 I might just off myself, guess it’s a Sign O' the Times Man I’m Smoking weed to ease the pain, let the Purple Rain Controversy reigns Might hop on planes And hit Around the world In a day Did you catch it? Throw a fuckin parade And if you didn’t, shit just check it I ain’t got all day [Verse 2] Nike slides up on my feet I still glide, and ball with ease Y’all can’t really talk to me Until you reach my monster 3s Triple entendres Tell your sis, if you wanna Or shit, better yet Tell your bitch and your momma Don’t even try to bite it I’m a different pirannha Even bullshit that I spit Gon hit like some trauma They said you need a license To whip an Elantra But here I am driving Bumpin 6 like Madonna I hope that you all thrivin Give a shit what they on to I ain’t here to be silenced If I’m crowned, it’s a honor The problems keep pilin Think I got from my momma Damn you out on a island Shit get hot like a sauna That’s cliche But don’t get cooked I’ll do it like it’s textbook Don’t even got a set booked But I’m liver than you’re next hook This rhythm leave your head shook You eyein all our checkbooks You see our dreams are real now And you can’t stand it, you a real clown Smokin on that gelato Number thirty three Think that they wantin all of the smoke But they ain’t really worthy see Some body grab the hearse we need This bird can’t help but murder beats Listen well and hear me please They just can’t fuck with thirty three Go and get your bucket You a real shooter But you tuck it When you see us pull up quick It’s a real hoot to the drunk clique See we turned this to our function Got the west coast straight bumpin Your show, we still won bitch Guess that’s just the way we run shit Crossing over once again There’s levels in this lion den Peel behind the eyes of men And see who really lyin then See who really thrive in sin And get slayed like Goliath did You love a life of vice then grin Open up that Bible kid But god can’t really help you From the silver trophy I dealt you Every move, raise hell fool It’s a chess game, hear the bell soon I don’t know how to tell you But you lost this one, oh well dude Dap up, farewell, shoo And PS, you kinda smell too
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