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idk - k bibbles lyrics

hook
i don’t know, man, i don’t know
i woke up one day, drawn to flow
i had this dream so long ago
the rap game needs k bibbles, yo

i’ve got no clue what i am even doing
but i know why it’s what i’m pursuing
word play’s fun, i find it so amusing
take my words and start the misconstruing
i don’t know what people have been viewing, so misleading and confusing, reviews are skewed, and it’s approving all the spewing
this ain’t the type of scr*w*ng i want proven on a mood ring, it’s the type of scr*w*ng that’ll need lubing * glueing
no
i don’t know ‘bout y’all but ain’t n0body but me touchin’ my assh0l*
“exit only” quote around my hole
only me and tp goin’ down that road… or a hoe
you know i don’t mean a thot, i mean a bro
and not a bro in the sense of with a d*ck, like, i’m talkin’ ‘bout a b*tch, like a man, with the “wo”
also
she better be a homie in the sense that she doesn’t take it all emo*tion*al
we can talk about our feelings, obvio
but all of the time? shawty gotsta go!

hook

please no more talkie, i need smoke
i’ll toke gelato from my bowl
i’ll drop some lucy, that’s my girl
then pop some mo, that’s how i roll
candy flipping, trippin’ off a tab from a lab, and a rock with a lady’s name * simping
chin is grinning
tiger in my blood, like a young chuck sheen, so i guess i’m winning
clever spitting
fitting what i can in, that’s called willing
i’ll be drowning in the p*ssy, but the boy still swimming
just one night, i’ll leave you limping
quadriplegic from a d*mn good d*cking
“oh! how sickening! you should know words are a little bit crippling”
not the best word choice, that’s called slipping
when ya slip, that’s tit, cuz it leaves me dripping * splash
but i won’t go “drip, drip”, that’s that trash
when it ain’t about the craft, only ‘bout that cash
808’s, some bass, ad libs, some ass
i could try to hold it back but the boy been brash
hook

kyle’s dead, i threw him out
you’re dealing with k bibbles now
laughter master, that is what i’m after
let’s talk range, that’s only one of many chapters
mixed in with disaster, and pockets gettin’ fatter, then cash slim fasted; i was always gettin’ plastered
mentally was scattered, when i cared, it didn’t matter
i would rather speak my mind and that’s why i became a rapper
no hook, no need, like jay*z, but less blacker
the cracker that’s adapted to all types like i’m a hacker
daggers * vocally, i’ll stab ya, get ya whacked cuh
capture all your final seconds streaming through the plasma

- k bibbles lyrics

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