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letra de kite - sam does

[chorus]
primo pack prima donna
pina free man colada
she so special need prada , i’m so extra cause i brought her
i live the shit out this life, flying the shit out this kite
i live the shit out this life, flying the shit out this kite
how i’m blessed, need saving? just the best i’ve been craving
fuck the block i need pavement, fuck a friend i need payment
i live the shit out this life, flying the shit out this kite
i live the shit out this life, flying the shit out this kite

[verse 1 : sam does]
nigga no dirk i be faded, do you know work or be lazy?
i know gold hurts cause they trade it
for a gold he-rs- and they made it
don’t let me be the one to stop him
if he ain’t fam then i don’t got him
i leave him dealing with a coffin, they leave a nigga with no option
i leave a nigga with the talking, cause we don’t do that very often
a soft nigga could’ve solved him, if he ever think that he a problem
no robbin on this side of gotham, he outta place then they’ll spot him
he outer space a star shot him, he never pray but god got him
i do what i do, don’t check me
few real niggas around me , the rest be
pose frontin putting the flex into flexing
press never here just pressed to impress them
pen be the pen no rest just arresting
i love me so much that’s my best sin
i love weed so much that’s my best friend
taught me how to be less down that’s my lesson

[verse 2 : litness]
perky with the loosey and i drop it
take a peek at you like i’m team rocket
she call me daddy and i treat her right and my crew’s exclusive
we keep it tight, yeah spark another blunt cause i’m like a kite
coach always siccin it’s never light, i ain’t going down without a real fight, i did it wrong so i’ll make it right
yeah litness speakin nonsense, litness speakin nonsense
i take a couple tabs to transcendence, i get high so it all just makes sense
yeah pull up to the party and we b-mpin
better than chicken and dumplings, we got the gas on deck we puffin, we don’t fuck with feds no cuffin
tag on the wall m-a-n-z, open up their eyes and they all see
i’m transparent they see through me, you know the real me not the og, yeah litness speakin nonsense, litness speakin nonsense
i take a couple tabs to transcendence, i get high so it all just makes sense yeah

kamehameha like i’m kakarot, cruisin round the city in your droptop
wearing my hair like a moptop with your new b-tch there in the croptop, we rolling through the streets we don’t ever stop
come at me fam

- sam does

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