nadean - beo lil kenny lyrics
[intro]
oh yeah
[chorus]
ain’t no more playin’ with these n*ggas, it get ugly (ugly)
i been on you fifteen years, ain’t shot nothin’ (nadean)
n*ggas, they be tryin’ you, but never press my b*tton (they never did)
i don’t forget nothin’ (nothin’), i don’t have concussions (nah)
ain’t no more playin’ with these n*ggas, it get ugly (get ugly, bro)
i been on you fifteen years, ain’t shot nothin’ (nadean)
n*ggas, they be tryin’ you, but never press my b*tton (nadean)
i don’t forget nothin’ (nadean), i don’t have concussions (nope)
[verse 1]
these n*ggas hate without them knowin’ (without them), that’s how you know they natural born (let’s go)
first, he diss a rapper, then wear the rapper, he doin’ some rapper h*rns (been)
spooky duke just hit me on the phone, he said, “yo’ b*tch is goin'” (she goin’)
she to mid, gotta put her in a threesome, can’t do no one*on*one (can’t do no one*on*one)
when i was a witcher, you was a gangster, now you a booty shaker (n*gga, you a booty shaker)
you ain’t do sh*t, got shot in your ass, that made your booty faker (faker)
you ain’t do sh*t when your chain got took, that make you a fake gangster (you a fake gangster)
hopped in the car with your mask on backwards, boy, you a real prankster (prankin’*ass n*gga, ayy)
you been on that fake sh*t since like day one (day one)
wuan gon’ even say nothin’ (say nothin’), tried to keep it a1 (a1)
this the last straw and n0body better not say nothin’ (you better not play)
took the radio out my car ’cause i don’t play nothin’ (i don’t play at all)
[chorus]
ain’t no more playin’ (yeah) with these n*ggas, it get ugly (get ugly)
i been on you you fifteen years, ain’t shot nothin’ (shot nadean)
n*ggas, they be tryin’ you, but never press my b*tton (nadean)
i don’t forget nothin’ (nadean), i don’t have concussions (nope)
ain’t no more playin’ with these n*ggas, it get ugly (get ugly)
i been on you fifteen years, ain’t shot nothin’ (nadean)
n*ggas, they be tryin’ you, but never press my b*tton (nadean)
i don’t forget nothin’ (nadean), i don’t have concussions (consussions)
[verse 2]
they wanna see me turnt up (turnt up), they wanna see me back on beans (back on beans)
necklace look like mr. freeze (mr. freeze), earrings like a submarine (submarine)
lil’ bro, i’ll be workin’ for the cleaners and leave your pockets clean (leave your pockets empty)
i would tell dude to slide, but sh*t, he ain’t gon’ do nadean (nadean)
k!llin’ you wasn’t even on my agenda (it wasn’t)
old school, punch you in the mouth and turn you to a sprinter (remember?)
or take his eight year son behind the community center (that’s weird)
runnin’ down mission road (mission road), you can ask nathan cole (let’s go)
left your cadillac, you gettin’ chased with the four*by*four (chase him down)
how the f*ck you double up? (didn’t know you doubled up), b*tch, you a ch0m* (you a ch0m*)
don’t never say you og or the mob, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
that sh*t sick (sick)
i’m crushin’ anybody that go and give a n*gga cl!cks (p*ssy boy)
how the f*ck you got the nerve to start adoptin’ kids? (how you do that?)
allegations on your head, somebody split his wig (split his n*gga wig)
every rap he ever said was all the sh*t i did (all the sh*t i was doin’)
couldn’t fool me with that football sh*t, my n*gga, you play with kids (you play with kids)
i wrote this sh*t, i was on the jet, i was leavin’ shelby point (i was leavin’ shelby point)
duke asked you to get on the stand, you stopped showin’ up to court (you stopped showin’ up to court)
for that, i’ma end your career, p*ssy n*gga, i ain’t got no choice (i ain’t got no choice)
you gon’ stop throwin’ up that mob, n*gga, that’s by choice or force (choice or force)
these n*ggas hurt, bruised (he bruised)
my n*gga comin’ home, stop callin’ around, askin’ for his shoes (stop askin’ for his shoes)
you in interrogation room, i heard you givin’ up blues clues (oh yeah)
you said you fell back, but in real life, n0body don’t f*ck with you (don’t n0body f*ck with you, p*ssy)
[chorus]
ain’t no more playin’ (yeah) with these n*ggas, it get ugly (get ugly)
i been on you you fifteen years, ain’t shot nothin’ (nadean)
n*ggas, they be tryin’ you, but never press my b*tton (nadean)
i don’t forget nothin’ (nadean), i don’t have concussions (nope)
[outro]
ain’t no more playin’ with these n*ggas, it get ugly (get ugly, fool)
i been on you fifteen years, ain’t shot nothin’ (that sh*t crazy, fool)
n*ggas, they be tryin’ you, but never press my b*tton (you thought all this was over, goin’ with this sh*t, old school, heard me, boy)
i don’t forget nothin’, i don’t have concussions (what you doin’, p*ssy)
you was a p*ssy on that sh*t, n*gga
you remember that sh*t, fool
bro, this sh*t crazy, man
i just tried to be the realest i could be, man
but you what i’m sayin’, you couldn’t f*ck with this sh*t
mob sh*t, n*gga, like this sh*t real
this sh*t, n*gga, might as well be my government name, n*gga
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