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figure it out - kankan lyrics

[chorus]
i just walked up in marni with 50′
yeah, then i walked up in prada and fendi (prada and fendi)
these n*ggas hate and they envy
we really rich, no pretending
pocket money with the racks then i kick my feet up (then i kick my feet up)
yeah, i just might cop a chanel, i gotta re*up (i gotta re*up)
way too geeked off dope (yeah)
yeah, but i’m too tied in like a rope (too tied in like a rope)
all the pressure, he gon’ fold
lil’ n*gga told, yeah
i get the racks and the racks and they right in my lap (right in my lap)
these n*ggas be phoney, these n*ggas be cap (n*ggas be cap)
go get you some money, go figure it out
these n*ggas broke, they be reachin’ for clout (reachin’ for clout)
[verse]
all my n*ggas gon’ prevail
brand new drank straight off the shelf (brand new drank off the shelf)
i’m mixing alyx with givenchy and some new ysl (some new ysl)
free my brothers out the cell (yeah)
i’m sippin’ codeine for my health (sippin’ codeine for my health)
if you broke, better go get some money
if you broke pick up the scale
and you know i’m just keeping it real (yeah, i keep it real)
and you know i’m just keeping it trill (i’m keeping it trill)
my lil’ n*gga posted right up on his bike, you know this sh*t, it get real (know this sh*t, it get real)
real talk, one more pill (real talk, one more pill)
let me crack one more seal (let crack one more—⁠)
you know how this sh*t go, n*gga, no seal, n*gga, no deal (n*gga, no deal)
these n*ggas show fake love then smile in yo’ face and act like they real (act like they real)
that’s the sh*t that get you k!lled (ha)
that’s the sh*t that get you flipped (that’s the sh*t that get you flipped)
that’s the sh*t that get you cooked (ha)
that’s the sh*t that get you grilled (that’s the sh*t that get you grilled)
that’s the sh*t that get you cooked, n*gga, get you fried
n*gga, all of these hunnids, sh*t, i’m thanking god (n*gga, all of these hunnids, sh*t, i’m thanking god)
kick sh*t on telegram, n*gga, he a fraud (kick sh*t on telegram, n*gga, he a fraud)

[chorus]
i just walked up in marni with 50′
yeah, then i walked up in prada and fendi (ha)
these n*ggas hate and they envy
we really rich, no pretending
pocket money with the racks then i kick my feet up (then i kick my feet up)
yeah, i just might cop a chanel, i gotta re*up (i gotta re*up)
way too geeked off dope (yeah)
yeah, but i’m too tied in like a rope (too tied in like a rope)
all the pressure, he gon’ fold
lil’ n*gga told, yeah
i get the racks and the racks and they right in my lap (right in my lap)
these n*ggas be funny, these n*ggas be cap (n*ggas be cap)
go get you some money, go figure it out
these n*ggas broke, they be reachin’ for clout (reachin’ for clout)
[outro]
(slayworld soldier)

- kankan lyrics

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