Tarantino by Kirk Collins Lyrics

[Produced by Shac From Da 3]

[Intro: Kirk Collins]
King, me, Nga
Simple

[Verse 1: Kirk Collins]
All that fast talking
You won't race my Benz
You should be ashamed
How you stand in front the light
And not bow on sight?
Demons in the water might take your life
I'm so in the air
I'm so ultra-chandelier
Diamond-faced hoes
With the crystals in they hair
You know them bitches, ain't bout shit
Might just clip they ears
On some, "know they run they mouth" shit
And I crashed Atlanta
On some, "know I run the south" shit
And I'm back with plaques
On some, "Yo, go clean your mouth" shit
I'm out here
Milling up a mountain
Seconds by the thousands
[Hook: Kirk Collins]
You know you niggas
You don't make no sense
Acting like you see me, behind all these tints
Where I'm from
We respect the shooter
Quentin Tarantino when it comes to shooting

You know, you niggas
You don't make no cents
Acting like you see me, behind all these tints
Where I'm from
We respect the shooter
Quentin Tarantino, when it comes to shooting

[Verse 2: WealthyNiggaDre]
Woo!
Blow down a pound of that
"Where'd you find that at?"
Her pussy water
You probably will drown in that
It's Olde English if I'm speaking nigga
My gang is Genghis Kahn to you demons
I break laws, Pop bra strap
Throw back cognac
Contact Kat Stacks
Jack loaded, knapsack
Fuck that, that's that
Do you
Stay true nigga
Stay true
Do you
Stick to the shooter like glue!
I ain't too cool
My Canon loose
Like anorexics, bare your top
Make smooth moves
You should move
You could lose your health nigga!
[Hook: Kirk Collins]
Where I'm from
We respect the shooter
Quentin Tarantino, when it comes to shooting

You know, you niggas
You don't make no cents
Acting like you see me, behind all these tints
Where I'm from
We respect the shooter
Quentin Tarantino, when it comes to shooting



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