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letra de the laboratory - kid espy

(intro: kid espy)

money, power, and respect
what more did you expect
i know you wanted that check
so, you could flex on the rest
man, you better keep yourself in check!

(verse 1: kid espy)

i’m the moke man, never ran
b-tches wanna f-ck me, i don’t really understand
wonder when i’mma make my first grand
talks of a young chief, grinding out his plan
girl, you kinda ugly, please don’t post me on your ‘gram
unless, you tryna fund me, for another f-cking gram
ya’ll be sipping from the bubbly, i just smoke it from my hand
she say, “will you be my hubby?”
i don’t really think i can

(verse 2: kid espy)
she wanna go on a date
i said, “wait, let’s just go to your place”
now she ain’t giving me face
she said, “babe, it’s your turn today”
i said, “baby okay, i had a long day. let’s just skip foreplay”
now we on to next day, and
she hit my line like, “espy i’m fine”
i said, “girl don’t you lie, i’mma pick up some wine and i’mma driveby”
she say, “you the love of my life” (ha)
i’m like “alright, if i’m right, we only f-cked like five times”
now i see her through the blinds
we finally lock eyes, eyes wide
she say, “please spend the night”
i’m like, “alright, i’ll try.”
knowing that my contacts get dry
godd-mn i’m so blind (why i am so f-cking blind?)
next, we go up in the room
you know what i -ssume
but she wrapped up in gloom
next she hand me a broom
said, “you my groom”
i say, “who you talking to? whats the moral of the story?
i’ll leave right now shorty!”
she say, “not until your forty! child support you will support me!”
“girl, i know that you adore me, but a kids too much for me”
she laughs to herself
“what more can i say.. i guess you should’ve taken time for the foreplay” (hah, what more can i say, i guess you should’ve taken time for the foreplay)

(verse 3: brandothegreat)

welcome to the journey, where this kid begins to find himself
surrounded by some diamonds, they just flashing, i’d rather k!ll myself
young undecided, stacking bread
b-tch came over giving head
spreading all the knowledge, now i’m dead (blaow)
feeling on these f-cking feelings
am i zombie that’s laying on the ceiling
i don’t double-stack, i’d rather trip and smoke a dab
get inside my f-cking zone, then i’m stepping in the lab
hearing all these other rappers, i just wonder if they rap
everytime i f-cking hear, i’m just thinking they are wack
if your girl disappear, then i wonder where she at
brando b-mping, m-th-f-ckers be taking naps
on another level, 607 getting mad
had to bring the homie kid espy on the track
we rolling big doinks, feel the noise, you getting slapped
shoutout to wolf blood, huffing in the back
chiefing on an l with his feet up on the dash
b-mping bobby kennedy, sipping on a remedy, these b-tches gon’ remember me
brando, b-tch!

- kid espy

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