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Kirk Kneezy on the beat (yeah!) Uh, yo, this is for Steelo and Micheal Gonzales I swear to God I might just get that shit tatted I'm stuck in the field like it's NFL Madden I swear I need bands, I'm not talking no wagon Back to Backwoods, you know my lungs are black And I lamp at you niggas, you know it's Aladdin Fly nigga, never caught with the baggage Only thing you could catch me with is passion I pop an E and then a nigga start gassin' I'm already me without all of the tablets You think I'm the joke? Last one laughin' When you see Kirk, know that he cappin' She lovin' the links, had a chain reaction If she a dime, gotta bag 'em and tag 'em My life been a movie, it's time for that action I do it bigger than a nigga still mackin' Dressed to kill, fashionably late Hellhound sent from the Heaven's gates She fucked me on camera, no Q&A She on a pill, fuck me on a Perc Poppin' at least more than two a day Altar boy where I had gone and prayed Back then I didn't have a clue in faith Broke ass nigga, expensive taste Letras de canciones I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a running back I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a running back See something nice, and I'm running that See something nice, and I'm running that Lately I feel like a running back Lately I feel like a woo! I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a running back I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a running back See something nice, and I'm running that See something nice, and I'm running that Lately I feel like a running back Lately I feel like a running back Her pussy was fat, had a heart attack I'm a legend already, back on the map Only pictures be Dee with the camera flash St. Paul's born, I'm like Dapper Dan Mama taught me always see the evil Always give back to the hand that feeds you When you gettin' that shine bring it to your people Homies taught me how to be illegal No second thoughts in the first place 16, took a flight on my birthday 17, moved into my first place Me and Jozif overseas, we don't parlay Searchin' for freaks to come party In Selfridges, I'm thinkin' it's Barneys Autographing the fans with the Sharpie Mercedes-Benz on the car keys I was bad at math, still counting these blessings I'm in my bag like I'm drawing my weapon My first thought, never coming in second I'm fighting this gin off, you thought it was Tekken Uh, heavy dose, been nodding off Not an athlete but I gotta ball Swear to God I'm the one to call Aye yo Kirk, where the fuck you at boy? Yo, get out the 'stu and come to this party nigga I'm deadass boy Yo, I just played your record Shit goin' crazy, oh, this shit goin' up my nigga I'm 'bout to run it back like four, five times nigga It's lit, let's go! I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a running back I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a running back See something nice, and I'm running that See something nice, and I'm running that I just told Rello to run it back Lately I feel like a... From Letras Mania