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letra de kd - ​southsidesilhouette

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[intro]
fwoah-woah
fwoah-woah
fwoah-woah

[chorus]
me and my paper
f-ck you, pay me
smokin’ on three-fives, call the blunt “kd”
thumbin’ through these pages, put it in my banking
now she want my baby, b-tch, you way to basic
all these n-ggas liars, but the truth, i’m gon’ face it
i might pour a line in this juice on occasions
i just need my queso, [?] like some [?]
n-gga, i been caged in, now, i’m finna take right off
yeah, i’m gon’ take off, r.i.p. takeoff

[verse]
b-tch, i’m breakin’ the meter, now they wanna meet up
better come with bread or i do not want to meet you
i ain’t poppin’ out ’cause they gon’ steal my moves
you can take that, though, i’m gon’ take yo’ boo, ’cause i’m h-lla cool
i don’t even want the b-tch, but i’m gon’ get that [?]
she said she want new purses, b-tch, what the f-ck you thinkin’?
they sleep on me, that’s cool, i’m gon’ [?] in the blanket
’cause i don’t need you, fool, i got my own fanbases
and they know that i’m gracin’, they know this what i do
i just get my paper, i don’t touch a paystub, i’m just touchin’ checks
better watch yo’ neck, n-gga, ’cause i’m finna step
window above my head when i’m hoppin’ in this tes-
hoppin’ in that tesla, she say that she five stars, lemme call up lester
b-tch, i am the best-of-
diamonds on my neck, go ahead and get that tester
why you playin’ catch up?
b-tch, i’m out here ballin’ like i’m f-ckin’ spalding
yo’ b-tch get to [?] on me
why the f-ck is yo’ b-tch talkin’ to me?
i’ma toss to the team and that sh-t a green release, like it’s 2k
throwin’ on my cool shades, n-ggas, they can’t see me
i kick sh-t like a pk, and i just count my bank
walkin’ out the bank, smokin’ on that dank
n-ggas say they cool, but these n-ggas really ain’t
n-ggas f-ckin’ lame, i just count my k’s
[?]
i think i rest my case, but i am not resting
for this sh-t, i’m restless, this sh-t can get reckless
ain’t fight sh-t like tekkan, b-tch, you bullet catchin’
i just want my cheddar, benji’s be my bestfriend
[chorus]
me and my paper
f-ck you, pay me
smokin’ on three-fives, call the blunt “kd”
thumbin’ through these pages, put it in my banking
now she want my baby, b-tch, you way to basic
all these n-ggas liars, but the truth, i’m gon’ face it
i might pour a line in this juice on occasions
i just need my queso, [?] like some [?]
n-gga, i been caged in, now, i’m finna take right off
yeah, i’m gon’ take off, r.i.p. takeoff

- southsidesilhouette

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