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letra de dat way - kidd kenna

[chorus:]
yeah, dat way
(dat way!)
i don’t wanna see you in my face
(ooh yeah)
yeah, dat way
(dat way!)
stay with the gas, call me propane
(gas! gas!)
yeah, vacay
(vacay!)
put both my cellies on airplane
(brr! brr!)
don’t care what they say
(no!)
i’ll make ‘em dance with my ak

[verse: kidd kenna]
2018 is my year!
tell ‘em kidd kenna is here
you’ll never catch me as the chauffeur
i always hop outta the rear
young n-gga keep it real
one thing that i hate is a fake b-tch
stay eating big meals
and i ain’t talking rachel ray sh-t
everything come to me easily
i know that’s why n-ggas got beef with me
and if that ain’t the case?
they mad ‘cause they b-tch wanna be with me
scale it up on site but don’t try me
always keep a couple shooters in the backseat
f-ck around n’ leave your brain on the concrete
call the shots but i always keep my hands clean

[verse: kidd kenna]
i don’t care about hearsay
i’d rather smoke blunts, make money, drink chardonnay
everyday a work day
i don’t follow trends i been doing my own thing
i don’t have time for the bullsh-t
i don’t have time for a broke b-tch
i am only here for the profit
y’all n-ggas think y’all so sl!ck
f-ckin’ wit my money get your bro hit
i don’t make empty threats y’all know this
i’m an open book, can’t expose sh-t
this real life not a show skit
tell a hating -ss n-gga “go dat way!”
i just put a stack on d-bwoi’s jpay
always give my all, n-gga what the f-ck is halfway??
won’t walk out, don’t wanna be like my padre

[verse: rick stevenson]
yeah dat way! (dat way!)
pull up in the benz, all black yeah rampage
don’t care what they say
stacking this bread, i’m working, like, everyday
i’m up all night like an owl
you need a beat? i need a thou
steady be copping my style
they know that i’m from the chi town
i’m just on a money mission
tell my haters clean the dishes
approving deals on my blackberry
n-ggas nosy and they listen
y’all cannot enter my zone
don’t let me in my zone
main phone off, don’t call (aye)
hit me on my blackberry phone (aye)

[chorus 2x:]
yeah, dat way
(dat way!)
i don’t wanna see you in my face
(ooh yeah)
yeah, dat way
(dat way!)
stay with the gas, call me propane
(gas! gas!)
yeah, vacay
(vacay!)
put both my cellies on airplane
(brr! brr!)
don’t care what they say
(no!)
i’ll make ‘em dance with my ak

- kidd kenna

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