K Koke
K Koke - I'm Back songtekst
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I'm living my life on the edge so I mind out where I step Cause if I was caught slipping could end with a violent deat And I don't want you to miss me So I gotta keep it bizzy I'm always on the move like a caravan, a gypsy I'm the truth, I'm the proof with the city And it's true I came thru like I flew... frisbee Suttin you can't catch I'm labelled hard crack And I'm stable cah the label got ya dargs back I can't act lately I'm a poser I got ya lady naked wiating patient on the sofa Got me contemplating ways to make her take the soldier Youts are probably hating cause I made it and they're older K kolllaaa! reppin for the bits, the takeover The rest can call it quits, gameover Take noe darg, I came so far So from the top ima drop you down a postcard, pussy I'm signing autographs in hell Shits are coming to my cell Telling me that I'm the shit They can't believe that I'm in jail But I can't believe it either And it's hard for me to cipher In this bitch, I stand firm like a man when I'm inside her At the worst I treat my bird like my bird ride her Word to the sperm Ima a ceritifed rider It's so serious Hoes were really missed Beating of my junk to a picture of the meanest bitch You needa lift, lady I can take you up Ride on this let it flick till I make you come I run shit with with the chick You can take a dump If I front it, I get no need to front Deceiving cunts, something I don't really want I just make 'em disappear and I don't need a wand I'm the man of the year and I've been gone for moths Keep the ground to my ear like my lobe was stuck, pussy I am fresh out of a box Crepes fresh out of a box Hot stepping on the block, middle finger to the cops Ong my rca roc shit Stone bizzy block shit Chrome dizzy, dome dizzy Lizzy got me on shit I gwopped it, fly like a cockpit I make it stack to my height from my offspring I hit the track with punchlines like I'm boxing To do or die was the life I was dropped in But it's soft tings I push harder And get rid of bad seeds like a gardener I put a lid on mad beef like a farmer And my whole team eat like pirhanas I'm b-nanas My heads gone dawg Read dramas nuttin like a soap star So keep calm cause rage will approach ya My dawgs stick up kids no poster, pusssy