Kuniva - 40 Oz. Lyrics

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We come wit toasters like we just opened savings and loans!

And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own!

So grab whatever you sipping on and let's get it on!!

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Verse - Kuniva

We deep as a motherfucker we bout to get it crunk

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

I settle my vendettas wit AKs barettas

We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us

Switch blade brass knuckles nickel plated belt buckle

Broken beer bottles when we walk in you can smell trouble

Elbows flying bitches crying niggaz bleeding

You retreating running to your car and skating off re G'ing

We examples outta you haters running yo mouth

You reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out

Dirty Dozen wiling beat niggaz bloody

And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!

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Verse - Proof

I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk

80 Proof on this vodka that's the name I want

I'm in the club to beef you gotta murder me dead

Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair

On the Isle in the Vette bumping Seven Duece!

See that top on that 40 you know it's coming loose

See me on the ave daily be running this shit

If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch

Packing mags and clips I'll smash ya clique

Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet

Smoking weed drinking Henny Remy and that Jimmy

Don't worry if you run out the corner store I got plenty!

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