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admit it - kear lyrics

admit it lyrics
[intro: kear]
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh
okay

[chorus: kear]
dat n*gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage (cabbage)
he flexing with that counterfeit (that counterfeit)
dat n*gga wack his b*tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it (nah)
these b*tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (they be hating)

[verse 1: kear]
all these b*tches do is whan*whan get on with it (just get on with it)
and i really like to win*win i must admit it (i must admit it)
he a n0body he trynna make me seem like i ain’t doing sh*t
all the b*tches i cut off they wanna be my f*cking best friend (nah)
dat n*gga he broke as sh*t
dat n*gga be talking sh*t (i cannot hear it)
dat n*gga ain’t on sh*t
in my eyes he’s a little b*tch (little b*tch)
now he trynna be like me
copy everything i do
his b*tch wanna be like me
tried to copy all my moves
[verse 2: kear]
i don’t f*ck with the fake sh*t (nah)
b*tch get on with it
and i f*cked with a lame n*gga once i must admit it
why he asking all these questions
n*gga i don’t know sh*t (i don’t know sh*t)
better ask yo f*cking b*tch
she the one in my messages
i don’t think you get it
i just wanna get rich
i just want the blue benji’s wrapped up in them rubber bands (yeah)
don’t got time for non of these b*tches
no we cannot be friends
on my way to the money and i hit the shmoney dance
n*gga watch where you stepping
n*gga fake like some counterfeit
dat n*gga he can’t believe it
i’m doing sh*t he ain’t believe in
now them b*tches all on my d*ck
and i must admit it
i like the attention
n*gga keep on watching (keep on watching)
think i’m competition
i think that’s a compliment (huh)
n*gga ain’t gone ever f*cking win (huh)
worried bout a b*tch go get your bands (huh)
n*gga keep a eye out for your man’s (huh)
money fat just popped a rubber band (huh)
pop that b*tch like a rubber band (huh)
i played that n*gga like a dummy man (huh)
[chorus: kear]
dat n*gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage
he flexing with that counterfeit (yeah)
dat n*gga wack his b*tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it
these b*tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (yeah)
all these b*tches do is whan*whan get on with it (get on with it)
and i really like to win*win i must admit it (i must admit it)

- kear lyrics

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