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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay P
Kay P
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kay P
Kay P
Songwriter
Quest Lael Wattley
Quest Lael Wattley
Composer

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My drip ludacris i walk thru i'm like MOVE bitch You see that boy comin move the fuck out my way Make room for the realest nigga in the room You a cartoon nigga you a fucking loony toon I'm a gorilla in the zoo and you a fucking baboon I'm might nut on yo bitch face and make it look like splatoon Pop me a bean and i'ma go to the moon You can call me kuzco how i get in new my groove She ain't like her titties fuck it get her new boobs We went to miami just to meet dr. miami She told me she want a nose job to look cute giving blow jobs And i know she hurtin but i'm still gon fuck her post-opp Pull off i'm like "yeeehaww!" cause these horses don't stop This shit foreign it keep going it keep going Look at my wrist, it keep snowing it keep snowing it keep snowing Look at my kicks, these ain't converse they them high top ricky owens You can't afford it You can't even buy em It's no offense to you But all my shit high end I don't need a stylist You ain't got style Run a check like a mile I could buy the whole aisle Look at my drip (Look at me bitch!) Baby you like dat shit (I know) I take a sip (I take a gulp) Got lean got sprite and shit (Woo!) The drugs got me lit (It's lit!) Damn i'm high as shit (Damn) I can't turn down (Nah) No, never dat never dat never dat I might fuck around and fuck yo bitch just cause i knew i could And the crib 100 acres this the wish a nigga woods Don't run up here lil nigga you gon get stopped at the gate He wanna rob me but that choppa make him do the harlem shake I'm like ok, got ho's in the bay i got ho's in LA and yo ho wanna stay and we gon film a tape I'm fuckin dat bitch i don't give her a break Tony the tiger cause i'm feelin great Buss down the bezel look like frosted flakes Killin these niggas i'm beatin the case Shiva assassin ain't nobody safe I cannot trust you i know you a snake What you got on, i know that it's fake Fendi the hoodie and louis the waist Gucci my bag, how much you pay? You don't look good in it it's just a waste I ain't had shit bitch i came from the mud But i got gifts from the heavens above Ice on me sick, like i got the sudds Try and run up hold the pump elmer fudd Ice on me sick, like i got the sudds Try and run up hold the pump Elmer Fudd
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