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letra de flee - r.i.p kenny

okay, okay, okay
saying no way like you jose
(jose? what? huh?)
(go, go, go)
choppa, go choppa, go choppa, go bands
hundreds, my money
while your money tens
writing out checks that i’m bouta’ send
buy out the store i’m not gonna lend
run up the dash
150 by 10
pull up in huh?
pull up in benz
blacked out rims
30p don’t try me
show me your badge and you know i might flee
life a grave yard shift the way i work through the night b
i got a lot to say, but i don’t cuz it ain’t free
i go back and forth like i’m running between
i burn out the tired and they switched like my team
i’m up in the middle like this is the “mean”
they tripping up like this is some lean
you a xanax phen
i’m a phen for being clean
my bars so fire they burn like sunbeam
i carry the bank like i’m care free
i running the race like a grand prix
(yeah) they call me kenny
you be drinking henny
you looking at my money, you know there plently
be blowing a 20
they look at my cars like “how many”
be running through the streets in a new bently
be switching it up like a cheetea
order a pizza
smoke like wiz khalifa
tour on stage like a visa
can’t sing on stage like i’m sia
you tryna see a copy of me?
sting like a bee
flow like a tree
sting like a beaver
run a number up like a fever
taking your life just like the reaper
you tryna sit? you gonna get weaker
look at your life
you looking for a feature
you getting toasted just like you a caesar
(you getting toasted like you a what? go!)
blacked out rims
30p don’t try me
show me your badge and you know i might flee
life a grave yard shift the way i work through the night b
i got a lot to say, but i don’t cuz it ain’t free
(what? check it, r.i.p kenny)
yeah, i rap what i get, till what i get gets bigger
you talking cash? i’m talking figures
i slide on the beat like its iced out
more ice on my wrist, like a fl1ck you knocked out
i pull up with bank slip
“it’s fake” “like how!”
she call me up and say she doesn’t like how i’m always gone for 10 days and i’m always blacked out
yeah, my car in the shop from that party, no doubt
i be pushing my car, till the lights are out
i’m so close to cars, that i’m trading paint out
yeah, my seat-belt so tight i might never get out
you think i’m kidding?
get in and no doubt
they see my numbers, they all like ‘wow!”
now you in trouble? you should have called saul?
i shot you a dm
you hit like “ow”
you missed your shot, just like you is a towel
blacked out rims
30p don’t try me
show me your badge and you know i might flee
life a grave yard shift the way i work through the night b
i got a lot to say, but i don’t cuz it ain’t free (yeah)

- r i p kenny

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