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Took them a minute to find out that BeDa the Yeah Took them a minute To find out that BeDa the Yeah It took them a minute To find out that BeDa the truth Now that I'm stuck in they head And I'm all in they roots I had to step foot in the booth Pots and pans Chef hat i cook up the stu Flow like butter They ain't give me flower So how the hell a nigga Gone cook up the roux Deep in my feelings I had it up to here On the edge Like a chick with the swoop Came to collect what i missed out This year I'm coming out swinging Don't ask why my fist out Paper chasing never switch routes Headed to the money first Stop is gon be ya bitch house Hop in the spot like houdini Love said she feel it in the air With us she see goals Ain't for the convo I want the head no Beanie Head so good so dreamy She don't squirt she creamy Eyes roll back when She give me that gawk Can't act like a nigga ain't fiendin Got all that like my first name Kenan A man done showed you how to please a man So give me the box like what my sneakers in And bless a nigga like a preacher damn I just need to make Like 100k that's on top of my list Had to put ice on my foot cause i run it up But i want that on top of my wrist I can't stop cause these goals exist I won't stop till these goals dismissed For the bros and sis I might just go extra miles And then snap cause if y'all insist So wholesome Now they wanna hold some Tell a hoe something, hold some They could hold this sack I'm the coldest on the Cul De Sac My eyes see realer cheese than Colby Jack And Im just thankful for another twenty four like Kobe back And since i popped I got a lot of miss you's like Kobe jack And in this world Theirs so many misuse of a gun So keep two four's Like the numbers on Kobe back I'll be damned if a nigga Try to pull up on me And show me that Like give up everything All included, all inclusive Why we gotta resort to that Convo with my bother told me to stay out the mix I keep my foot on the gas Wait till Im rich, giving it all to my ma She don't even gotta to ask Need something, I'll give her my last Why you think ya son whip in the lab Automatic Stay to myself I ain't tryna be so problematic I need the green like the grinch As long as Im present I gotta have it I ain't a bad boy But I stay with a bag boy like a nigga caddy You should see what they gone do for a Patek Philippe I pat myself right on the back as I speak Material thing only excite the weak I keep it 100, I keep it a bean If traffic is coming, why turn to the streets That validation something BeDa don't need Don't play bout my life but I'm taking the lead This just the beginning I'm planting my seeds
Writer(s): Sainteleno Prince Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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