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kap & kap g - kenan & kel كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: kap & kap g]
she work at [?] and mans (mans), i’m f_ckin’ her
she call me zaddy
i swear lil’ baby a savage like randy
pop her a perc’ and she still ain’t landed (landed)
that cat be tastin’ too nasty (nasty)
she wanna f_ck but she classy (classy)
f_ck her and f_ck up her lashes (lashes)
shawty burned out, that’s tragic (tragic)

[verse 1: kap g]
you know we ain’t doin’ no regular, schmegular, degular
i’m from a whole ‘nother nebula
i [?] like a editor
lemonade in the competitor
if you want smoke, we can set it up
she got that lockjaw, dread it up
still ain’t met her individual fresh than us
shawty ain’t playin’ no games, sega genesis
i had to took lil’ bih from my nemesis

[verse 2: kap]
you only stay at the back of the club
ain’t throwin’ ones, throwin’ dubs
all these n_ggas like tlc
b_tches don’t want no scrub
they like a n_gga who f_ck it good
and used to be the plug
you try to beat ‘em up
i’m tryna beat it up
i eat that p_ssy like jugs and pizza
these b_tches be broke and be leeches
i love my b_tches conceited
you don’t ever, sh_t, i couldn’t relieve it
[verse 3: kap g]
ice on my neck, i’m anaemic (ice)
she swallow my sons, no phoenix (phoenix)
i’m stackin’ that kel, no kenan (racks)
i swear i gotta be dreamin’ (dreamin’)

[chorus: kap & kap g]
she work at [?] and mans (mans), i’m f_ckin’ her
she call me zaddy
i swear lil’ baby a savage like randy
pop her a perc’ and she still ain’t landed (landed)
that cat be tastin’ too nasty (nasty)
she wanna f_ck but she classy (classy, woah)
f_ck her and f_ck up her lashes (uh, lashes)
shawty burned out (okay), that’s tragic (tragic)
let’s go

[verse 4: kap & kap g]
hit the club, make it rain for no reason
take her back to the spot, f_ck after she leavin’ (no cap)
and the way i be stackin’ my paper fat at the table
she callin’ me greedy (uh_huh)
but i went from a house to a home
from a bar to a o and i swear it weren’t easy (for real)
no cap, in my rep, i be hustlin’, owe him some money and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout weezy (young money)
uh, she bend that ass over, got bread like a toaster
i’m ridin’ around in the rover
yeah, big teaser, stay with the t
she got that nacho, i keep that b_tch loaded
all these diamonds, [?]
all these vvs and cuban zirconias
she ride that d_ck like somebody stole it
i’m in the truck my myself, n_gga dolie
[verse 5: kap]
threw like five hundred inside the club
ain’t flexin’ like i threw a dub (racks)
these n_ggas just talkin’ but really don’t live it
and wonder why they get no love (it’s kap)
my b_tch, she a wifey, no fragrance from ysl
no, i’m not talkin’ ’bout thug (slatt)
they know i’m connected, i’m just like the socket
i’m talkin’ ‘bout the motherf_ckin’ plug

- kap kap g

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