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letra de kiss em peace - lil keed

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[intro]
(youngboybrown, on my kid)

[chorus: lil keed]
it might not matter to you, but it matter to me
put a panamera top and suede on the seats
yeah, i caught a french b-tch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
yeah, i copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
and they wonder how i rock the mink in hundred degrees
’cause i’m in ac, my heat on m16
my pockets on atm, i’m on this atv
if i ever catch an opp, know i kiss them peace

[verse 1: lil keed]
i ain’t never have run-ins with old girls (never ever)
i ain’t never gon’ punt, boy, i’ma score (never ever)
been a boss n-gga, i ain’t never do no chores
and they already know i’m too sharp like swords
hit your block up with berettas and more
tell my white b-tch and my black b-tch make a s’more
yeah, they hate seein’ me win, it hurt to the core
get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
i ain’t comin’ home tonight, don’t leave the light on
ain’t goin’ for nothin’, find another n-gga to plot on
i buy your block, b-tch, partners and buy homes
i know real don dadas and vatos

[chorus: lil keed]
it might not matter to you, but it matter to me
put a panamera top and suede on the seats
yeah, i caught a french b-tch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
yeah, i copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
and they wonder how i rock the mink in hundred degrees
’cause i’m in ac, my heat on m16
my pockets on atm, i’m on this atv
if i ever catch an opp, know i kiss them peace

[verse 2: young thug]
yeah, if i kiss that b-tch, it ain’t the same
sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane
wifi on the jet just in case i text my main
i ain’t tryna tell you, ain’t tryna talk, i up the stain
might not matter to you but it matter to me
take a b-tch out to peru, let her drink out a tree
my lil’ brother hard-headed, i just gotta let him be
she suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her t–th
quit droppin’ roses on the casket, ain’t romantic
but i ain’t go to devry, i don’t understand it
i’m tired of fightin’ my problems with xanax
first time my mama told me, “boy, get manly” (man up, n-gga)
just bought my mama a house and it’s in my business name (yeah)
soon as i cashed out, that’s when my credit came
it’s hard to see, but i know a snitch inside of every gang
i told her, “mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same”

[chorus: lil keed]
it might not matter to you, but it matter to me
put a panamera top and suede on the seats
yeah, i caught a french b-tch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
yeah, i copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
and they wonder how i rock the mink in hundred degrees
’cause i’m in ac, my heat on m16
my pockets on atm, i’m on this atv
if i ever catch an opp, know i kiss them peace

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