DON KEL - Friday the 14th Lyrics

Yea mob shit yea , mob shit yea , Mob shit yea
Yea yea mob shit yea
Tic for tac Bitch boy get shot in yo back
Mmhh yea mmhh yea mmhh yea
Mmhh yea mmhh yea mmhh
(Yea mmhh yea)
Bitch boy don't get shot in yo face
223's eat his ass up put him on a Plate
You can get ate Bitch I'm a ape
Put you on a plate Banana clip the K
Shoot like klay K sing like drake
2 twin sticks like Mary k don't go on Dates
(Just dick to her face)
All in her mouth just Like some paste
You come in last we in first place
Rollie on feel like a Candidate
Put Em on a pate just like a steak
Chop his ass up you know that we ate
Money on his head No tupay
That Nigga gotta die today
Lawyer moneyGotta beat my case
Masked up can't Show no face
Sticked up gone shoot Where u lay
Gone lay on yo block Like Georgia Clay
I do it with a PleasureNo chick-fil-a
Giving yo hoe D but We in the A
Nuts in Her mouth Like a payday
Sensei shit she gone do What I say
F*cking the bitch got her Calling me bae
Been doing this shit Since back in the day
EA bitch But she do not play
Just getting Warmed up like the month of May
Spring time bitch you know ima Spray
Zaza gas straight from the bay
No fronting shit bitch you gotta pay
Fell in love with money Free my nigga tay
(Smoke that boy)
Playing with them keys I feel like Beethoven
Kel tech 223 I'm toting
Don kel golden child I'm Chosen
Got gas bags you know that They potent
Look at shawty ass it's fat it's poking
Don kel Got the mightiest touch
Putting dick In ya bitch guts
Bend her over thumb in her butt
Yea, yea yo little bitch a slut
Yea yo little bitch a slut
Yea yo little bitch a slut
Get hit with the you know what
(Fye)