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Kennyout3 - Runnin' Thru Ya Fuckin' Hood Lyrics



Kennyout3 - Runnin' Thru Ya Fuckin' Hood Lyrics




Bustin down a door pop a f*cka fulla lead
Lookin down tha sights and im aimin for tha head
Lootin up tha place cause i f*ckin keep it real
Lookin thru tha f*ckin droors tryna get some bills
Now hold ya head still cause i gotta aim fast
Oh shit i think tha cops are comin nevermind they past
I f*ckin knew inside my heart this wouldnt be tha last
Now hold ur head still so i can f*ckin kick yo ass
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Hoppin out tha back and we're ready ta attack
Slugs are in tha barrel that'll go click clack
Creppin thru tha alleys and i dont see a thang
Poppin shots hoppin in tha black mustang
KO3 bitch thats tha mo f*ckin slang
If u try ta run up on me u gone hear a f*ckin bang
Im KENNYOUT3 or KO3 for slang
Shots are comin back atcha like a f*ckin bangarang
Rollin Down Tha Windows So Ya Know Who I Am
When I F*ckin Kill Ya Leave Ya Body Dead At 3 AM
U don't look so good here have a advil PM
Gotcha girls pussy slidin in my f*ckin dm's
Blood is squirtin everywhere from jus a f*ckin sliver
Right before that i made her f*ckin knees quiver
People lookin now damn he a good singer
In yo girls sheets yeah thats where i f*ckin linger
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya knwo that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
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Bustin down a door pop a f*cka fulla lead
Lookin down tha sights and im aimin for tha head
Lootin up tha place cause i f*ckin keep it real
Lookin thru tha f*ckin droors tryna get some bills
Now hold ya head still cause i gotta aim fast
Oh shit i think tha cops are comin nevermind they past
I f*ckin knew inside my heart this wouldnt be tha last
Now hold ur head still so i can f*ckin kick yo ass
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Hoppin out tha back and we're ready ta attack
Slugs are in tha barrel that'll go click clack
Creppin thru tha alleys and i dont see a thang
Poppin shots hoppin in tha black mustang
KO3 bitch thats tha mo f*ckin slang
If u try ta run up on me u gone hear a f*ckin bang
Im KENNYOUT3 or KO3 for slang
Shots are comin back atcha like a f*ckin bangarang
Rollin Down Tha Windows So Ya Know Who I Am
When I F*ckin Kill Ya Leave Ya Body Dead At 3 AM
U don't look so good here have a advil PM
Gotcha girls pussy slidin in my f*ckin dm's
Blood is squirtin everywhere from jus a f*ckin sliver
Right before that i made her f*ckin knees quiver
People lookin now damn he a good singer
In yo girls sheets yeah thats where i f*ckin linger
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya knwo that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
Runnin thru ya f*ckin hood ya know that we be gunnin
I love tha kill a tha thrill its so f*ckin lovin
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Writer: Kenneth Schmidt
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Kennyout3 - Runnin' Thru Ya Fuckin' Hood Video
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Performed By: Kennyout3
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Kenneth Schmidt

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