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Kriminal Minds by 9lokkNine Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro:]
I be higher than Big Lowe
He booted up he making scenes now

[Chorus:]
Hold up wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist
I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap like he a frog
I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds
That double D my titties
And they go all out
I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal

[Verse 1:]
Stop the jit, they can't stop me
It's time to copy now
I fell off where the cliff at, guess I done tumbled down
I'm rich now with a big sack, you better not fumble 'round
Maybelline, he got makeup on, that boy a fucking clown
Pin her down then I dick her down, then I get [?]
Fuck around with the fuck around, you gon' get fucked around
Payed pussy get fucked now, niggas clicking up, making teams now
While my young nigga ball [?], niggas booting up making scenes now
Boot down nigga, shoot 'round nigga, shoot now nigga, Get [?] nigga, like to move round nigga, I don't fuck round with 'em
Me and my dog, you hit homie, I don't fuck with you nigga, fuck both of y'all, matter fact all of y'all, we gone go to war with ya
Back on the wall, but I'm standing tall, only 5'9 nigga
Take something from who, nigga take something from what?
Come and try my nigga
Straight headshots, but never mind that
We ain't straight my nigga
Fuck her one time and I won't dub her back
You get once of the pickle
Shoot at they neck, I hit from the back, then pass her my nigga
Run up that sack and never look back, or go back to my trenches
The hood on my back, the 4th by the back, they know where we at
Charged up in the trap, we make some shit clap, or we gon [?] the sack
I done named tommy gun Hilfiger
I don't wanna deal with you
I don't rock shows, I kill niggas
It's blood when I step in them
I'm talking Christian Lou, not kill niggas
For the feds I done broke it down to you
If it's smoke, keep a hundred rounds with ya
I'm in the city now, I bring the town with me
[Chorus:]
Hold up wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist
I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap like he a frog
I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds
That double D my titties
And they go all out
I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal

[Verse 2:]
40 piece drum like you ordered some' at Winghut
Yo brother number 9 when it's smoke, we want the top down
I used to ride for fun, but all my fun done got me funned out
No nigga, fuck how many guns you got, you better empty them bitches out
She done got twenty one in that .45, they won't miss a shot
Do it all for love don't drop no bag, the way [?]
I'm still bukking the dumb way, and plus I'm bibby out
Oh you thought beef all in your curry in yo place, boy we gon' come about

[Chorus:]
Hold up wait a minute
Thought I was finished
My Glock clip came extended, come get some inches
20 diamonds permit, just ask the dentist
I'm fucking 'round with Kermit, he said he crippin'
I told him leap like he a frog
I knock them all down
This glizzy holding 50, still hold 100 rounds
That double D my titties
And they go all out
I'm fucking with forensics, oh that's that .40 Cal