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letra de next up - s4-e3, pt.1 - kayem2x

[intro]
yo, eight
scratch mixed it, ahee

[verse]
bro-bro-bro-bro —–bro called the lightie, “homerton”
i said, “what’s that?” cold word for sayin’, “she is a 9” (grrt, bine)
when she calls, i decline, get head in the meantime, we’re friends with felines (yeah)
i ain’t ever been on a date like the end of ramadan, been tgi’s, not hakkasan
ski do it like baseball, bat a man (tsh) then he gotta do the dash with my bag a man
uh, i’m into rap ting, i’m into raps b-tch, but you can have mizz (yeah, yeah)
keep quiet and you can have this, these girls are scandalous, they are not rampin’ (they are)
twin-twin-twin asked me for a cold word, i said, “mosquito”, slap it off (splash)
cereal on lottery, scratch it off
nhs bouff ‘cah she slap it off
svo, to blow, it’s indefinite (yeah)
lil’-lil’ bro wanna move so delicate, give it him, won’t beat like he’s celibate (mhm)
if bro said he did, i second it
bae asked if i want brain, what you reckonin’? (bine, bine)
ski-ski-ski-ski tryna shot that yay, the feds ain’t lettin’ him (bine, bine)
deprivin’ cats, said they’re ketamine (you’re jokin’, right?)
they’re clearly off ketamine, nurse tryna settle him, consumin’ drugs, he’s regrettin’ it (aww, man)
bae-bae-bae want a birkin, i’m gettin’ it
you’re jokin’, i gotta pay an arm and a leg for it (stick)
i can’t buy her a birkin or cc, nearly out the slums, but bro still needs me (nah)
where they hop out the ride like, kiki, do you love me?
they’re engaged to the street-street (yuck)
i smoke loud from cali pack a lot
bro traps a lot (yeah, yeah), get racks a lot (yeah, yeah)
in the vibes with baddies and nyash get grab a lot (yeah,. yeah)
consensual, i’m not tryna get bagged a lot (yeah, yeah)
mizz, i’m steady, got adrenaline, don’t claim blocks, i’m a slumville resident (splash)
move salty, my villains will pepper him
ketamine, the cats wanted that, bro gettin’ it (steady)
i’ve been s-t-e-a-d-y
old days, it was twenty-five for a 3.5
now i can’t see guys from knee height
can’t give them reactions like leevi
bro made his hat tipped like ti (bine, bine)
know a cat named jo nothin’ like g.i. (bine, bine)
fiyah fi dat, why you tryna pree slime? (bine)
you’ll get pied, suttin’ like key lime
ski got-ski got sweets, not sweets that are sweet ‘cah the sweets make you dance like candy (you’re jokin’, right?)
if she doin’ my hair, gotta step with a plan b
in the mornin’, you’re gonna thank me (grrt)
ski got-ski got sweets, not sweets (bine) that are sweet ‘cah the sweets make you dance like candy (yeah, yeah)
if she doin’ my hair, gotta step with a plan b (yeah, yeah)
in the mornin’, you’re gonna thank me (kayem, kayem)

- kayem2x

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