K-Koke

K-Koke - I'm Back lyrics

rate me

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

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