4KE Lyrics – LilCJ Kasino

No, I Ain’t Got No Jib
I Ain’t Got No Jib
I Think You Got Popped Out
Spaghetti Eddie, Bai
I Ain’t Got No Jib
Spaghetti Eddie, Bai
Ticket

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I Can Admit A Couple Niggas I Trust Stole From Her
But Child I Ain’t Gettin’ Mugged
How The Fu*k You The Best Gamblin’
Texas Got Scoop In Your Neck, It Just Came Out The Door
Yeah, Yo, Jack Al, I Keep It Out Here Steepin’,
Got Ridin’ That Life And Not Havin’ No Weapon
I Thought You A Crippin’ That Way That Shit Started You Trippin’,
You Might Need To Switch What You Reppin’

Niggas Don’t Disrespect Me And My Presence
I Get A Fu*k Nigga Ride Like A Princess
Try Over 24 Hours Like 7-11 I Wake The J’s Up With A Blister
Shoot A Muh Nigga For The Free Watch And Come Back For
Six I Got Shot Down To Perfection
Listen Up Close, I Can Teach You A Lesson
On How To Stay Down And Take Over Your Se*y
Real Fam Niggas Ain’t Steppin’ On Shit,
They Just Runnin’ They D!cks Off
I Let My Money Talk For Me Like Chris Talk
Magazine Know It, Be On My D!ck Off
I Only Came Back To You Cause I Got Sick Of

Knowin’ It Cunted, He Strict, Can’t Do Nothin’
With Me Niggas Under My Feet When It Cunted,
A Beat When It Cunted He Free When It Cunted,
These Niggas, Know I’m A Beast It’s A Rat And They Count
So It’s Not I Won’t Speak I Can’t See
These Lil Niggas That’s Tryna Conceive
I Like All My Lil’ Ho*s, Cold Body, Viziez
I Like All Of My Spikes, Mixin’ White To This Pimp
I Like All Of My Glides With The Bot,
They Go Don’t Pull Up To The Spot,
They Should Coppin’ The Key
In The Back Of The Spot, Gettin’ Top By I’ll Be Flexin’ It,
Not That I Drop On My Feet And Stop Flexin’
On Top Of That Nigga Got Sweet,
Ain’t Never Walk Down Till A Nigga Stop Breathing
I Fu*k, I Took Down And Nobody Got Even
Ain’t Nobody, Diamond, No Fu*kin’ For A Week
All That Sticky, Yo Tongue Got It Sucky Yo T-shirt
Look Like It Be On Sweet Shit
Feel Like I Rich, Nigga, Really Been Chillin’
On Deep Never Think I’ll Be Back On That Street Shit

Used To Get Kids Out Of Class Just For Smellin’ Like Gas
And My Teacher Told Me I Wouldn’t Be Shit Ran Up A Hundred,
I Was Gas In The Chat Sellin’ Bags, Stopped Trippin’,
I’m About Feelin’ England

Ran Up A Hundred, I Gas In The Chat Sellin’ Bags,
Stopped Trippin’, I’m About Feelin’ Man
Nigga Be Clockin’ Your A*s, So Be Watchin’ Your Back,
And That Money Turn Nigga To Lead
We Just Be Poppin’ These Niggas,
Forget On These Tap-dads Nigga Be Gettin’ On They Knees Quick
If That H*e Can’t Get A Shot At The Body
She Gon’ Try To Fu*k On Whoever I Be With
We Really Steppin’, That Shit Ain’t No Secret
Come Try To Step And Get Real In The Peace
These Nigga Watch What I Do, They Go Try To Critique
And Be Hopin’ The People Don’t Peep

Nigga, We See You, Ran Up,
Don’t Ran Down My Wrist Sick Igloo
I Send A Blitz And They Come In And Spin You
Act Like They Livin’ On Fun, Nigga, B!tch
Can’t Have Some Bops [?] Some Tissue
We Just Be Out With Shit Like It’s No Issue
Don’t Give A Fu*k About Them Niggas That With You
Soon As You Die, Ain’t Nobody Gon’ Miss You
B!tch A*s Oh, Oh, Oh,
Yeah Oh, Oh, Oh,
Yeah Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh