letra de ain't shit - bandman kevo
[intro]
tell these n-ggas they ain’t sh-t man, the b-tches too
holiday season!
payed a brick for my wrist like it ain’t sh-t
f-cked this b-tch in the whip, cause she ain’t sh-t
payed a thousand for my fit, cause it ain’t sh-t
got a shooter on a three and he came in
payed a brick for my wrist like it ain’t sh-t
f-cked this b-tch in the whip, cause she ain’t sh-t
payed a thousand for my fit, cause it ain’t sh-t
got a shooter on a three and he came in
we’re workin’, you’re watchin’!
[?] till my haters shocked
[?] full of k!llers, n-ggas know i’m up
brought the venom to the hood and parked it on the block
no umbrella [?] door, that’s the choppa spot
blowin’ monеy, [?] money, cause i’m havin’ fun
trap house, [?]
how thе h-ll is you a k!ller? you ain’t got a gun
[?] on yo ass [?]
thirty hundred for some shoes, i don’t even lie
i ain’t buy it for the look, i bought it for the price
f-ck a [?]
[?] two hundred on a dash, live a fast life
payed a brick for my wrist like it ain’t sh-t
f-cked this b-tch in the whip, cause she ain’t sh-t
payed a thousand for my fit, cause it ain’t sh-t
got a shooter on a three and he came in
payed a brick for my wrist like it ain’t sh-t
f-cked this b-tch in the whip, cause she ain’t sh-t
payed a thousand for my fit, cause it ain’t sh-t
got a shooter on a three and he came in
rockin’ [?] and balenciaga
they watch to see what i [?] like i’m lady gaga
[?] candy crush without the saga
boy my life a movie, counterfeit like i’m kevin carter
[?]
red prada every day, like i work for the devil
they say there’s levels to this sh-t, well you ain’t on my level
and if this whip ain’t foreign, then my feet can’t touch the pedal
keep a bag on me but it ain’t for [?]
got some brain from your main [?]
[?]
n-ggas say they gettin’ money but i can’t believe it
spent five thousand on [?] i don’t even need it
every b-tch i f-ck is bad and them hoes conceited
every day i dream with money [?]
maybe cause [?]
payed a brick for my wrist like it ain’t sh-t
f-cked this b-tch in the whip, cause she ain’t sh-t
payed a thousand for my fit, cause it ain’t sh-t
got a shooter on a three and he came in
payed a brick for my wrist like it ain’t sh-t
f-cked this b-tch in the whip, cause she ain’t sh-t
payed a thousand for my fit, cause it ain’t sh-t
got a shooter on a three and he came in
holiday season!
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