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conversations over hennessey - kae.da lyrics

[verse 1]
i just give you the brief and not what’s up inside it
i got b*tches in the lobby sippin’ reposado
look through the lense, you’ll find yo’ b*tch, she sittin’ right beside me
on my retarted sh*t, i swear a n*gga couldn’t hide it
this is for everybody
that steady talkin’ on the boy then start a beef about it
i need that typa money that’s gon’ get me 3 accountants
i bet she thinkin’ ’bout who’s keepin’ all her secrets now

but f*ck ’em all, i’m on my sh*t
it’s nun to think about
you want the beef, forgot the typa sauce i’m bringing out
lemme switch it up for ’em
tell ’em i’m more than ready
i think my peers are way too scared of me to come and get it
i swear i make that typa sh*t these n*ggas won’t forget
oh, they talk on me now?
f*ck up off the internet, the f*ck is you talkin’ about?
f*ckin’ up a beat, i smoke a bush and you beatin’ about it
i got my goons around me
and i get you surrounded by all of them
try to frame my n*gga, put it on a affidavit
can’t believe a n*gga gotta be rappin’ to make it
i took her out it got me thinkin’ ’bout what is at stake
need aa’ishah, can you ship her right back to the state?
n*ggas lookin’ at me rappin’ like that’s a mistake
double entendre with no second take, i been a great
this is nothin’ i go harder when testin’ my patience
i obliterated every n*gga * try to get me
clover tried and all these other n*ggas comin’ right behind him
gx has been that n*gga that been right beside me
av shootin’ around me
shawty pulled up to the crib in need of second rounds
i ain’t gon’ stop for a minute it’s been a minute now
bullets flyin’ backwards
swear to god i keep a semi on me automatic
i been a duke a hazard
i’m really vibin’ on this
swear to god this heartbreak done got me grindin’ harder
i guess it’s really over
i’m from the coastal, can’t you tell a n*gga been the coldest?
godly, i’m really chosen
swear i’m married to the game a n*gga been devoted
look at his rapper accent
n*ggas really talkin’ sh*t when i would rather ask ’em
swear to god i hop on beats and get to doin’ backflips
need a mansion in the hills a n*gga gotta have it
i heard that n*gga dissin’ king, it’s you we comin’ after

and that’s my dawg, he introduced me to the trenches
crazy on that other side of life and i might mention
n*ggas ridin’ out
spin about the block and leave you deaded
milo’s in the cut and that’s my dawg we on forever
i swear to god the stars alignin’
best believe i smoke a blunt before i read the bible
i don’t listen to ’em talkin’, i listen to silence
all i see is stupid n*ggas that’s mizin’ the guidance
[bridge]
well i’m on bad timin’
bad timin’
well i’m on bad timin’
well i’m on bad timin’
well i’m on bad timin’
bad timin’
well i’m on bad timin’
well i’m on bad timin’
well i’m on bad timin’

[verse 2]
i’m really thinkin’ i might wife her, she got stupid noggin’
i know some n*ggas on the block that’s tryna be up out it
when i get smokin’ on my gas my decisions are clouded
i might just tell her that i love her, have a laugh about it
i might just f*ck ya baby mama just to get us even
i might just lace a 48 and go up and delete it
man, who you callin’ bar for bar that could try to compete?
i heard they mad decievin’

me and my dawgs we get the bag and then go split it even
and i could name a couple n*ggas that got brittle egos
i might just hop up on this beat and dig a little deeper
and how the f*ck you tryna feature when findin’ ya feet?
i might just f*cken lose the plot, these n*ggas thinking i forgot they went behind my back and thought a n*gga couldn’t see it
and if a opp gon’ try to stop me, imma have to call up king to pull the choppa out, the only way to call it even

- kae da lyrics

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