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letra de admit it - kear

admit it lyrics
[intro: kear]
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh
okay

[chorus: kear]
dat n-gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage (cabbage)
he flexing with that counterfeit (that counterfeit)
dat n-gga wack his b-tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it (nah)
these b-tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (they be hating)

[verse 1: kear]
all these b-tches do is whan-whan get on with it (just get on with it)
and i really like to win-win i must admit it (i must admit it)
he a n0body he trynna make me seem like i ain’t doing sh-t
all the b-tches i cut off they wanna be my f-cking best friend (nah)
dat n-gga he broke as sh-t
dat n-gga be talking sh-t (i cannot hear it)
dat n-gga ain’t on sh-t
in my eyes he’s a little b-tch (little b-tch)
now he trynna be like me
copy everything i do
his b-tch wanna be like me
tried to copy all my moves
[verse 2: kear]
i don’t f-ck with the fake sh-t (nah)
b-tch get on with it
and i f-cked with a lame n-gga once i must admit it
why he asking all these questions
n-gga i don’t know sh-t (i don’t know sh-t)
better ask yo f-cking b-tch
she the one in my messages
i don’t think you get it
i just wanna get rich
i just want the blue benji’s wrapped up in them rubber bands (yeah)
don’t got time for non of these b-tches
no we cannot be friends
on my way to the money and i hit the shmoney dance
n-gga watch where you stepping
n-gga fake like some counterfeit
dat n-gga he can’t believe it
i’m doing sh-t he ain’t believe in
now them b-tches all on my d-ck
and i must admit it
i like the attention
n-gga keep on watching (keep on watching)
think i’m competition
i think that’s a compliment (huh)
n-gga ain’t gone ever f-cking win (huh)
worried bout a b-tch go get your bands (huh)
n-gga keep a eye out for your man’s (huh)
money fat just popped a rubber band (huh)
pop that b-tch like a rubber band (huh)
i played that n-gga like a dummy man (huh)
[chorus: kear]
dat n-gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage
he flexing with that counterfeit (yeah)
dat n-gga wack his b-tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it
these b-tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (yeah)
all these b-tches do is whan-whan get on with it (get on with it)
and i really like to win-win i must admit it (i must admit it)

- kear

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