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left - karlae lyrics

[intro]
music majors

[chorus: karlae]
pretty and boujee i look like the sh*t
had to tell diva i take this sh*t left
spend it, i bought the big house with a chef
all of my blues got the stripes like a ref
hazeline ring, biggie my step
everything litty, nike my left, huh
kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
talk to me left it’s a tech it’s a test
got ‘em calling like i’m shaq
blues got the stripe like a ref
i got it, she got it
huh, lucky my left
got ‘em calling like i’m shaq
blues got the stripe like a ref
i got it, she got it
huh, lucky my left
[verse 1: karlae]
baguettes wetty and they all on my neck
you know i’ve been ‘bout a check
you know i hang with some k!llers
you know they walk with a tech
b*tches be pressed they can’t f*ck up my energy
when i leave the room bet they remember me
money stay with me the money a friend of me
pretty and brown he gon’ drink me like hennessey
i walk around with a fat wallet
i walk around with a pretty penny
i keep plenty benjis in my back pocket
if the gang around know they gon’ act ‘bout it
i got more money, she mad ‘bout it
f*ck all my opps i been k!lling the scene
money the only thing green
b*tch you ain’t f*cking with me
i never follow i lead ‘em
independent b*tch i do not need ‘em
put me in the room with any b*tch bet they tuck their tail and i eat ‘em (yep)
they saying karlae you different (yep)
that’s just ‘cause i’m on a mission (mission)
i’m tryna get to a milli (milli)
i’m tryna make sure they feel me

[chorus: karlae]
pretty and boujee i look like the sh*t
had to tell diva i take this sh*t left
spend it, i bought the big house with a chef
all of my blues got the stripes like a ref
hazeline ring, biggie my step
everything litty, nike my left, huh
kickin’ my feet in the back of the back
talk to me left it’s a tech it’s a test
got ‘em calling like i’m shaq
blues got the stripe like a ref
i got it, she got it
huh, lucky my left
got ‘em calling like i’m shaq
blues got the stripe like a ref
i got it, she got it
huh, lucky my left
[verse 2: sonyae]
he like a b*tch that can’t n0body have
he like to bring me around just to brag
he said girl what you want i ain’t checking no tag
giving n*ggas the blues i be leaving ‘em sad
love him ‘cause he honest with amazing d*ck
money on her head about my n*gga i done brought the b*tch
you blowing up his phone while he giving me head
so concerned with my titties b*tches ain’t getting no bread
face card valid thank the lord because i’m blessed
gorgeous ghetto b*tch got these n*ggas spending checks
he was eating them blue pills trippin’ on your set
consider yourself lucky you was f*cking with the best

- karlae lyrics

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