kings kill
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•22 Sep 2017
A Canada State A Canada State of Mind (The Head Hip Hop) By Kingskill A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, john, it's time. It's time, john (aight, john, begin). Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my key. I never mash, 'cause to mash is the sister of sea. Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined. I think of guns when I'm in a canada state of mind. Hope the sea got some tv. My tree don't like no dirty me. Run up to the guarantee and get the hyperbole. In a canada state of mind. What more could you ask for? The little leg? You complain about killing. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the reg. I'm rappin' to the head, And I'm gonna move your spread. Divorced, hideous, little, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a god. I can't take the killing, can't take the pixie. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no dixie. I'm rappin' to the spread, And I'm gonna move your head. Yea, yaz, in a canada state of mind. When I was young my sister had a nutmeg. I waz kicked out without no bootleg. I never thought I'd see that egg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's peg. A stupid stick is quite the slick. Thinking of guns. Yaz, thinking of guns (guns).
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A Canada State A Canada State of Mind (The Head Hip Hop) By Kingskill A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, john, it's time. It's time, john (aight, john, begin). Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my key. I never mash, 'cause to mash is the sister of sea. Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined. I think of guns when I'm in a canada state of mind. Hope the sea got some tv. My tree don't like no dirty me. Run up to the guarantee and get the hyperbole. In a canada state of mind. What more could you ask for? The little leg? You complain about killing. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the reg. I'm rappin' to the head, And I'm gonna move your spread. Divorced, hideous, little, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a god. I can't take the killing, can't take the pixie. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no dixie. I'm rappin' to the spread, And I'm gonna move your head. Yea, yaz, in a canada state of mind. When I was young my sister had a nutmeg. I waz kicked out without no bootleg. I never thought I'd see that egg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's peg. A stupid stick is quite the slick. Thinking of guns. Yaz, thinking of guns (guns).
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