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never dat! - kay p lyrics

[verse]
my drip ludacris, i walk through, i’m like, “move” (b-tch)
you see that boy coming, move the f-ck out my way
make room for the realest n-gga in the room
you a cartoon n-gga, you a f-cking looney tune
i’m a gorilla in the zoo and you’se a f-cking baboon
i’ma nut on yo b-tch face and make it look like splatoon
pop me a bean and i’m off to the moon
you can call me zuzco how i get in my new groove
she ain’t like her t-tties, f-ck it, get her new b00bs
we went to miami just to meet dr. miami
she told she want a nose job to look cute giving bl-w j-bs
and i know she hurting but i’m still gon’ f-ck her post-op
pull off, i’m like, “yeehaw!” because these horses don’t stop
this sh-t foreign, it keep going, it keep going
look at my wrist, it keep snowing, it keep snowing, it keep snowing
man look at my kicks, these ain’t converse they them high top ricky owens
you can’t afford it, you can’t even buy them
it’s no offense to you, but all my sh-t high-end
i don’t need a stylist, you ain’t got style
run a check like a mile, i could buy a whole aisle (god d-mn)
look at my drip (look at me b-tch)
baby you like that sh-t (i know)
i take a sip, got lean, got sprite and sh-t
the drugs got me lit, d-mn i’m high as sh-t
i can’t turn down, never dat, never dat, never dat
i might f-ck around and f-ck your b-tch, just cause i knew i could
in the crib, 100 acres this the wish a n-gga woods
don’t run up here lil n-gga, you gon’ get stopped at the gate
you want to rob me but that choppa make him hit the harlem shake
i’m like okay, got hoes in bay, i got hoes in la
yo hoe want to stay, we gon’ film a tape
i’m f-cking that b-tch, i don’t give her a break
tony the tiger, cause i’m feeling great
bust down the bezel, look like frosted flakes
k!lling these n-ggas, i’m beating the case
shiva -ss-ssinate, n0body safe
i cannot trust you, i know you a snake
what you got on, i know that it’s fake
fendi the hoodie and louis the waist
gucci my bag, how much you pay?
you don’t look good in it, it’s just a waste
i ain’t have sh-t, b-tch i came from the mud
but i got gifts from the heavens above
ice on me sick, like i got the suds
try and run up, hold the pump, elmer fudd
oh sh-t, the beat went off?

- kay p lyrics

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