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ted the poet - kya haal hai lyrics

(intro)
don’t let your b_tch catch me in the club, homie
twinkle, twinkle, ya feel me?

(chorus)
kya haal hai (yeah)
me? i’ve been grinding, working hard all day
got bacardi on ice, slowing down heart rate
had a few hoes, know they all part ways
know this dog don’t chase (yeah)
kya haal hai
me? i’ve been grinding so the dhan all paid (yeah)
had to cut off some friends, now the aatma saved (uh)
i don’t f_ck with y’all, i know all y’all fake
but it’s all okay

(verse)
yeah, people be talkin’, i know they not gonna do nun’
be locked in position, or know they all can assume one (yeah)
how can they hate mе? their heads bob to my new stuff
i’m brеaking and entering, ted’s popping your goosebumps (mmm!)
your girl know i put the kama in sutra
put you in her past thinking that i’m in her future (woah)
i’m in your bath cleaning my b_lls with your loofah (ugh!)
salute her, she took the c_ck like a trooper (yeah)
i don’t know why they keep f_cking with me
break your girl’s heart in a honeymoon suite
treat her to makhana and some b_ttermilk tea
sneak her back home while the hubby’s asleep
i don’t know why they keep f_cking with me
said that she don’t want me, you don’t want a receipt
i don’t want beef, but they want it with me
’til they suffer defeat, but enough about me, yuh
(chorus)
kya haal hai (yeah)
me? i’ve been grinding, working hard all day
got bacardi on ice, slowing down heart rate
had a few hoes, know they all part ways
know this dog don’t chase (yeah)
kya haal hai
me? i’ve been grinding so the dhan all paid (yeah)
had to cut off some friends, now the aatma saved (uh)
i don’t f_ck with y’all, i know all y’all fake
but it’s all okay

(verse)
typed in the addy, and then i called us an uber (uh_huh)
i’m in the backseat filling her nostril with good stuff (yeah)
i’ll pull a baddie just so my confidence boost up
she call me daddy knowing that y’all finna lose touch
you’ll be at home thinking that y’all feeling true love
she got the bone dripping with slobber and mucus
the way that she going, that sh_t almost be too much
blow up her phone, this ho don’t give two f_cks
i don’t even take pride in it
pacify my need for revenge if i take five minutes
plenty men been in the same boat, but then they died in it
spine chillin’, good head on my shoulders, great mind in it
what the f_ck am i saying? speak on what ain’t my business
mama don’t listen to me no more, she hate my lyrics
losing my identity lately, a great crisis
i guess i’m getting older, and this sh_t don’t taste right
came to my senses
(outro)
kya haal hai
man cut this sh_t off

- ted the poet lyrics

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