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chevron - kenny mason lyrics

[verse 1]
p*ssy got juicy when she introduced me
i don’t got no whip but she said she gon’ scoop me
she gave me the key to it, quavo and lucci
i can’t rock no gucci
i can’t go out goofy
i came out the coochie a k9, i woof
when i say i’m the truth then i say i am truly
if i gotta move then they gon’ have to move me
my big homie stay with that tool like a ruler
no, they won’t pick on me if it’s a clique with me
cooking like chicken meat
tyson, no cicely
i’m on the winning team, might wanna stick with me
i pull a string and it might make a symphony
i see her signaling, know she want l!ck on me
she gon’ hit on me since she can sit on me
i heard your new sh*t but no, i wasn’t listening
no, i don’t link with cliques
no, i don’t cl!ck on links
(aye, yo ahh be rapping and sh*t bruh, f*ck with my sh*t)
boy, my hair way too long for the cap
all my energy go in these raps
all your energy go on an app
i’m an ebt baby, i ddt’d every beat that they gave me too easily
came in mischievous, [?]
all the ingredients made me a g*nius
imma double my w’s working
everything that you see in these verses is the same when you see me in person
i’m on level two, levitate over you, never wait on a move, heavyweight fold on you
heaven came over you, feelings take over you
kenny came over, you let him takeover you, bet

[pre*chorus]
see, i had a hook, i had the mel*
i just gotta gahd*mn remember that sh*t…
if i roll up these p*ssy n*ggas gon fold up…
ight, i got it

[chorus]
and i know
if we roll up, these p*ssy n*ggas gon fold up
where you finna go bruh?
get a n*gga something from the store bruh
if we roll up, these p*ssy n*ggas gon fold up
where you finna go bruh?
get a n*gga something from the store bruh

[post*chorus: bankroll fresh]
i had to let these n*ggas know i’m going hard as ever man
new sh*t on the way
new whips on the way

[verse 2]
r.i.p bank
i’m at the bank
i’m in the tank
playing my tape
my brother roll up a j like a j
he bought a 7 and ain’t even ate
i’m in the air with it, playing in sp*ce
i say a prayer and then prey on my prey
i cannot spare em if they in the way
i never care, let em say what they say
long as a f*ck n*gga stay in they place
got more dollars than followers
yea, i’m cool with these rap n*ggas but it be accurate, i’m way more polished than all of em
i move too angelic
i knew you was jealous
they asking me questions, i knew you would air it
i ain’t tell you everything, knew you was telling
i cover my traces, this chess and not checkers
i’m checking my checkings, the checker’s my check*up
i been the one when they holding that tec up
i been the one since i rapped at the chevron

[pre*chorus: bankroll fresh]
new jewelry, n*gga (bruh)
new crib, new spot n*gga
(if i roll up, these p*ssy n*ggas gon fold up)
new lookin’ everything
(ight, i got it)

- kenny mason lyrics

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