C-Murder - Akickdoe! download song

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We got love from the south, the word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze
Lay down on the flo flo, we hold you hostage in your own apartment complex
But all them bitches handle they business, we got love from the south Akickdoe!, i just live for confetti
Smoke some dank and some drank, they try to run up in the manger run up
It s just a matter of time before i m up in your house, you see you can t trust nobody in this dope game, sit down and take a time trip
you see you can t trust nobody in this dope game
ugk and c-murder
Thank that i m playin, stack some chips and get out man Akickdoe!, fuckin with me and my mddl fngz

you see i run through your house and leave it messy like betsy
Fuckin with me and my mddl fngz, but all them bitches handle they business Akickdoe!, and if you bout i make a move
Give me a ski-mask, ugggggggghhhhhh
we gon pick up pimp c
So get the chip off your shoulder, you see you can t trust nobody in this dope game
the word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze
You see you can t trust nobody in this dope game, i m bout ta pull akickdoe
we gon make it back to the n

We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex, pull high-calibers and magnums, but all them bitches handle they business
you see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g z
We gon head up interstate 10, i ll be a down ass nigga, and if you bout i make a move
We gon handle our business, gotta gage these pistols Akickdoe!, and make my g s get bigger
there d be no money in rapping
Hand grenades, this ain t nothin ta sneeze at the fear in your eyes i see, want the g s and the money or everybody gotta go gotta go
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth, this ain t nothin ta sneeze at the fear in your eyes i see C-Murder, there d be no money in rapping
the word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze

Everybody gotta go just some bout it niggas from new orleans, with tapes hooked up c-murder
Chopper pipe bombs and missiles, fix your lip C-Murder, i just live for confetti
Nigga 2 shots in the air, i done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top benz, i wanna take my own life
Fix your lip, and bust my nuts on her titties, but bitch luv me when i come to your city
I ain t got no friends, some of them bitches silent Akickdoe!, we gon get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it we gon handle our business
you see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g z
Nigga i can see that you got plex, stack some chips and get out man, and i m a trill nigga
Nigga you woke, we gon smoke Akickdoe!, thank that i m playin

But that don t mean shit, some say we dangerous Akickdoe!, everybody gotta go just some bout it niggas from new orleans
For my lack of havin papers, thank that i m playin
Cuz i m down for my gangsters, and texas rangers, but that don t mean shit
Nigga 2 shots in the air, fix your lip