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letra de the truth [bonus] - keoni lee

[intro]
(everybody say keoni on the count of 3
1, 2, 3 – keoniiii!!!!)
i’m online, you on campaign
ask a real n-gga
he gon tell you, it ain’t the same thang
i had to maintain (reuel, stop playin’) (f-ck n-gga, playin’ with these n-ggas)
lee!

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m tryna run it up
tell these p-ssy n-ggas check the score
i just poured a four
i’m smokin’ dope like it’s a f-ckin’ joke
the way you n-ggas talkin
i swear y’all acting like some f-ckin’ hoes
bros over hoes – these hoes falling like it’s dominoes
that thot wanted a date
so i took her ass to domino’s
and told her cheesy ass to stop cappin’ before i lеt her go
real sh-t
i would nevеr lie, i just would let you know
if the b-tch start acting out her place, she get a runny nose
m-th-f-ck you and the opps
f-ck his b-tch and get some sloppy top (right)
i’m headed to the top
why these p-ssy n-ggas sendin’ shots (right)
they need to simmer down
they talking loud, but never ‘bout that sh-t (sh-t)
i’ll put a band on yo head
then go and take yo b-tch
then disrespect that b-tch
cause these b-tches ain’t respecting sh-t
then disrespect that hoe (that hoe)
cause i can’t go and respect no hoe (‘spect no hoe)
she hoeing on the low
she f-ck my bro, i had her stuffing coke
i’m kobe, 24
81, i’m running up that sco’
i f-ck then let her go
i’mma pimp, b-tch you better watch your tone
i’ll smack the edges off yo head
b-tch, go and get my dough
i’ll crack a bottle on yo sh-t
b-tch, hurry up – pr-nto
asap
we got them ar’s, so where the k’s at? (k’s at)
me and my n-ggas blowing sh-t up
like we some arabs, aye (arabs)
i mix that jolly and that dirty with a cherry sprite
you could lose yo life for f-ckin’ with me
any given night
at any given time, so come and try me
lose yo f-ckin’ life
b-tch, i’m on the grind, so hurry up
you on rich n-gga timing (right, right, right)
went and spent a rack, now my t–th shinin’ (okay)
but truthfully, i really want them black and white diamonds
n-gga, i gotta get ’em, i need the f-ckin’ commas

[verse 2]
these n-ggas out here f-ckin’ snitching
it’s the tenth time in five years, i done been evicted
security be looking at me like i’m f-ckin’ stealing
because i’m stealing, if i get caught
n-gga, i ain’t trippin’
cause if i get caught, i’ma know i did it for my siblings
only twenty – i’m the oldest n-gga with no children (kids)
invested in a grill, i shoulda invested in a dentist
i pop up, like popeyes
n-gga, where the chicken
40 pop at yo top and yo toes, now you dancing
percs got me feeling like my name was rick and morty
i had a job, but i got fired cause i ain’t wash the dishes
they say i’m nice, i socialize
but really, f-ck you n-ggas
i socialize, but really i don’t even know you n-ggas
if yo b-tch was trickin’ – i swear she would probably hoe you n-ggas
this choppa’ treat you like hot soup – it’s finna blow you n-ggas
achoo – bless you
cause i’m holy, n-gga
and even if you was lebron, you couldn’t hold me n-gga
yo blood dirty, cause i swear i see the hoe in these n-ggas
crying to they babymommas
what the f-ck wrong with these n-ggas
if i’m the best, why the f-ck you treat me like a random?
i told her black man, but got white friends
i feel like will smith
bad b-tch, quick to rob sh-t
jada pinkett
new hoe
and she fight hoes, on some mad sh-t
ar’s – knock a n-gga down
like it’s madden
trust me, if she f-ck me
she gon love me
real sh-t, i’m in the field sh-t
i really drill sh-t
i k!ll sh-t
it’s really real, b-tch
this really real, b-tch

[outro]
i told her black man, but got white friends (for real)
i feel like will smith
bad b-tch, quick to rob sh-t (right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, lee!)
jada pinkett
(run that back one more time)
right, right, right (woah)
ade on the keys, you know how this sh-t go (okay)
long ways, yeah, n-gga
let’s go

- keoni lee

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