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way2geeked - kankan lyrics

[intro]
mmm, i get it
(welcome to 1st class)
hop in the back of the maybach, the racks on me
back of the maybach, you know the racks on me ()

[chorus]
back of the maybach, you know i be slidin’ in first class
them n*ggas f*ckin’, them n*ggas be ball cap
them n*ggas weird, you know i had to fall back
i spilt the drink, i was slidin’ in h*llcat
walked up inside with like six, i need all that
these n*ggas b*tches, we shoot where his heart at
my n*ggas slimy, they really be heartless
it’s a switch on this glock, catch his ass at the party
(y’all hangin’ out, catch his ass at the— mmm)
(y’all hangin’ out, catch his ass at the party)
[verse]
way too geeked out the earth, i departed
i’m skippin’ class, give a f*ck ’bout a tardy
really rich and my racks really r*t*rded
buy her, she rockin’ chanel like a barbie
i was rockin’ chrome heart, the shoes ed hardy
i put my ho in some kapital garments
and i put the glock in her teflar bag, in the h*llcat slidin’ too fast
yeah i took a lil’ ass break, y’all n*ggas, y’all f*cked ’cause i’m back in my bag
yeah i just got out the foreign, my twin, n*gga showed me ’bout a hundred racks
double r pmo, brand new, slidin’ on sh*t, n*gga, y’all got the back
yeah, i just got off the phone jozizzy, you know (slayworld soldier), in the lamb’
yeah, if this sh*t don’t land, i’ma switch up the plan
i flew out of l.a., sippin’ wock’ in the sand
how the f*ck they try to slide? they end up dead
n*gga, i’m sippin’ on red, my pockets, they fat, that n*gga, he in debt
hop out the jet, and i’m countin’ up racks with my brother, he rollin’ off x
them n*ggas lyin’, i don’t even wanna hear them lil’ ass n*ggas go around
he keep [?], he ain’t gettin’ money, i ain’t buyin’ it, sh*t be cap
some of my n*ggas they sign, some of my n*ggas trap
one of my brothers just swiped a hundred off a app
my brother just hit me on telegram, [?]
we try to zo on the plane then we takin’ you out (slayworld soldier, phew)
finna go ap, two*tone (finna go ap, two*tone)
recipe wock’, can’t go wrong (recipe wock’, can’t go wrong)
fan ass n*gga wanna do some’
i hit this ho and then take her home
twin lost some drink, he just hit my phone
them n*ggas broke, so we don’t get along (no, we don’t get along, phew)
them n*ggas broke, so we don’t get along (d*mn)
look at his pockets, know my money long
he need to just stop it, he cap in his songs
i be the stylist, i’m puttin’ that sh*t on
marni, celine, i put prada my ho
yeah, i got rich, went and bought me some stones
i know you hear the codeine in my tone
[outro]
(b*tch ass n*gga, fast ho, on the od, i keep pullin’)
(i’m really rich on the double r rollin’)
(ha, double r sh*t)
(ha, i’m really rich off the— ha, way too geeked)

- kankan lyrics

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