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letra de ​kite - babysantana

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[intro]
woah (woah)
bee (woah)
t-uh, t-uh, bee (woah)
t-uh, t-uh, bee (woah)
e-e-e-e-e, uh, yeah, uh
yeah, uh, yeah (yeah, uh)
the boys

[chorus]
run in your crib and i do not get caught (do not get caught)
she say i’m handsome, i get that a lot (get that a lot)
look at his face and you see a red dot (see the red dot)
we just hit lenox, don’t know what to cop (mm-mm)
he keep on stealin’ my flow, but it’s fine (yeah, yeah)
he want a feature? well, he gettin’ fined (yeah, yeah)
she not givin’ neck so don’t waste my time (yeah, yeah)
not playin’ with thesе n-ggas, i’m all in my prime (yeah, yeah)
i’m in my bag, i ain’t going for nothing
i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t think about cuffing
fakе i.d. in the club like mclovin
i brought the glock, i am not with the tussling (mm-mm)
we cannot fight, i got the strap like a dyk-
he want the work, it’s on sight
b-tch, i get high like a kite (b-tch, i get high like a kite, yeah)
[verse]
glock in my hand, that’s a palm angel
i hit this ho in some palm angels
these n-ggas, they practice my song cadence
said i’m droppin’ the tape, got ’em all waitin’
these industry n-ggas be pump fakin’
b-tch, i’m in the hills and i’m sunbathin’
think he spiritual because he sungazin’ (sungazin’, yeah, woah)
i’m on the top floor up in n.y
this ain’t my first blunt, b-tch, i been high (b-tch, i been high)
she took a xan and she boot up
grip in my hand, will i shoot ’em?
all of my n-ggas the rudest (d-mn)
b-tch, i just hang with the cool kids (yeah)
told that lil’ b-tch i’m a cool kid (cool kid)
i’m gon’ shoot, give a f-ck ’bout who you is (you is)
i’m up in ella with two b-tches (yeah, yeah)
i hit the wells and i pull out the riches
she suicidal how she slit wrists, yeah (uh)

[bridge]
yeah, i’m tryna touch the stars (i’m tryna touch ’em)
i’m tryna get up (i’m tryna get up)
your ho cannot get my d-ck hard (yeah)
no, she can’t get me up (no, she can’t get me up)
for the gang, she a wh0re (wh0re)
for the gang, she a sl-t
[chorus]
run in your crib and i do not get caught
she say i’m handsome, i get that a lot
look at his face and you see a red dot
we just hit lenox, don’t know what to cop
he keep on stealin’ my flow, but it’s fine
he want a feature? well, he gettin’ fined
she not givin’ neck so don’t waste my time
not playin’ with these n-ggas, i’m all in my prime
i’m in my bag, i ain’t going for nothing
i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t think about cuffing
fake i.d. in the club like mclovin
i brought the glock, i am not with the tussling
we cannot fight (yeah), i got the strap like a dyk-
he want the work, it’s on sight (sight)
b-tch, i get high like a kite (kite)

- babysantana

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