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Kazi Killed Mook Video (MV)




Performed By: Kazi Mook
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Xavier White




Kazi Mook - Kazi Killed Mook Lyrics




These niggas green
Talk all that shit from a distance
But quiet when I'm in the reach

Don't run from a thing
Bitch you got me f*cked up
If you think I'm in fear and u bleed

Shidd just like me bitch
And if you like me
I know u got iron I ain't sleep

Shidd bitch you betta not reach
Shidd bitch that iron
Leave a crease
Yea

Like ma do ya jeans
For Church on sunday
Yea

I leave u for dead
Pop up at yo waiting
And make me a plate
Yea

Look down at yo face
And tell you
Pussy niggas can't make you gangsta

Stupid

Tf was u thankin
Tf was u thankin

This here that pack and I know u notice
You speak for yo pack mine speak through odors

Deze niggas is wack
Know u know I know it

Tip toe through the trap
Tooleys always loaded

I see that it's smoke
Then it's on sight

And that shit u smoking ain't really potent

I can't do no features pay what u owe me
Cuz errthing I touch fck around go golden
Yeeee

Bad bitch like Mona Lisa
Love how she clean me
She think that I really need her

Matta fact bitch as we speaking
When is u leaving
Make like Mike Jackson and beat it

Mula feel like I need it
Shit got me feenin
Releasing all of my demons

Granny said go to church but I didn't need it
Don't even believe in Jesus

I just wanna VV my dental
F*ck yo b**ch give her back
Some like a rental
Eww

Ex bitch she all on my line
She see that I'm on
She wanna rekindle
Eeww

B**ch I done cried out my soul
Till that hoe was gone
Now Ian got no feelings
Eww

Please do not test on my Gangsta
Won't pop yo chest
Gone pop at yo ceiling
Eww

Plugs was tripping
So I ran up a check
Then I put my own trip in

No hand to hand
Cuz these niggas wierd and be actin suspicious

Be ya own boss
Don't answer nobody
They gone say that you distant

Then they ain't fck
Now they see dat I'm on
Hoes say dat they miss me

I just wanna run up them bands
Till Ian got no legs n shidd I'll just run on my hands

These ni**as ain't gettin no money
They rather beef n shidd worry bout the next

Ian gotta aim with that drizzy
Just let it shoot
Make niggas hit stanky leg

Niggas say they lookin for me
Ian hidin not runnin shidd
Bitch I'm at where I'm at

Can't take no pics
Stick on me
Wit a d*ck
Right next to my d*ck

Please cum getcha b**ch
For I take her to the crib
Make her eat the d*ck

N**gas can't f*ck wit me
So they n**gas f*ck wit me
Ion get the sh*t

Only way is up wit me
If it's up it's stuck wit me through the ceiling shit!
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These niggas green
Talk all that shit from a distance
But quiet when I'm in the reach

Don't run from a thing
Bitch you got me f*cked up
If you think I'm in fear and u bleed

Shidd just like me bitch
And if you like me
I know u got iron I ain't sleep

Shidd bitch you betta not reach
Shidd bitch that iron
Leave a crease
Yea

Like ma do ya jeans
For Church on sunday
Yea

I leave u for dead
Pop up at yo waiting
And make me a plate
Yea

Look down at yo face
And tell you
Pussy niggas can't make you gangsta

Stupid

Tf was u thankin
Tf was u thankin

This here that pack and I know u notice
You speak for yo pack mine speak through odors

Deze niggas is wack
Know u know I know it

Tip toe through the trap
Tooleys always loaded

I see that it's smoke
Then it's on sight

And that shit u smoking ain't really potent

I can't do no features pay what u owe me
Cuz errthing I touch fck around go golden
Yeeee

Bad bitch like Mona Lisa
Love how she clean me
She think that I really need her

Matta fact bitch as we speaking
When is u leaving
Make like Mike Jackson and beat it

Mula feel like I need it
Shit got me feenin
Releasing all of my demons

Granny said go to church but I didn't need it
Don't even believe in Jesus

I just wanna VV my dental
F*ck yo b**ch give her back
Some like a rental
Eww

Ex bitch she all on my line
She see that I'm on
She wanna rekindle
Eeww

B**ch I done cried out my soul
Till that hoe was gone
Now Ian got no feelings
Eww

Please do not test on my Gangsta
Won't pop yo chest
Gone pop at yo ceiling
Eww

Plugs was tripping
So I ran up a check
Then I put my own trip in

No hand to hand
Cuz these niggas wierd and be actin suspicious

Be ya own boss
Don't answer nobody
They gone say that you distant

Then they ain't fck
Now they see dat I'm on
Hoes say dat they miss me

I just wanna run up them bands
Till Ian got no legs n shidd I'll just run on my hands

These ni**as ain't gettin no money
They rather beef n shidd worry bout the next

Ian gotta aim with that drizzy
Just let it shoot
Make niggas hit stanky leg

Niggas say they lookin for me
Ian hidin not runnin shidd
Bitch I'm at where I'm at

Can't take no pics
Stick on me
Wit a d*ck
Right next to my d*ck

Please cum getcha b**ch
For I take her to the crib
Make her eat the d*ck

N**gas can't f*ck wit me
So they n**gas f*ck wit me
Ion get the sh*t

Only way is up wit me
If it's up it's stuck wit me through the ceiling shit!
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Writer: Xavier White
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