Kunta Fly Shit Lyrics

Yo Lord did you peep that

That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat that

Live and direct, five Tec's, med hat

Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga coz he UFO

Patiently press upon him

Ask him, "who you know? where you from?

What's up Duke?" Watch how you pop ya gum

Empty ya pockets'fore the cops come

When I bus take off past the light that ass better Run
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An' don't look back (no), hide if you have to

Dollar vans, just Run into boats if he have to

Even got a .38, don't give me no hastle

When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's

Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice

So Run little doggy, wolves is comin'

Tell him London, he get done in

Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion

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