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the truth [bonus] - keoni lee lyrics

[intro]
(everybody say keoni on the count of 3
1, 2, 3 * keoniiii!!!!)
i’m online, you on campaign
ask a real n*gga
he gon tell you, it ain’t the same thang
i had to maintain (reuel, stop playin’) (f*ck n*gga, playin’ with these n*ggas)
lee!

[verse 1]
b*tch, i’m tryna run it up
tell these p*ssy n*ggas check the score
i just poured a four
i’m smokin’ dope like it’s a f*ckin’ joke
the way you n*ggas talkin
i swear y’all acting like some f*ckin’ hoes
bros over hoes * these hoes falling like it’s dominoes
that thot wanted a date
so i took her ass to domino’s
and told her cheesy ass to stop cappin’ before i lеt her go
real sh*t
i would nevеr lie, i just would let you know
if the b*tch start acting out her place, she get a runny nose
m*th*f*ck you and the opps
f*ck his b*tch and get some sloppy top (right)
i’m headed to the top
why these p*ssy n*ggas sendin’ shots (right)
they need to simmer down
they talking loud, but never ‘bout that sh*t (sh*t)
i’ll put a band on yo head
then go and take yo b*tch
then disrespect that b*tch
cause these b*tches ain’t respecting sh*t
then disrespect that hoe (that hoe)
cause i can’t go and respect no hoe (‘spect no hoe)
she hoeing on the low
she f*ck my bro, i had her stuffing coke
i’m kobe, 24
81, i’m running up that sco’
i f*ck then let her go
i’mma pimp, b*tch you better watch your tone
i’ll smack the edges off yo head
b*tch, go and get my dough
i’ll crack a bottle on yo sh*t
b*tch, hurry up * pr*nto
asap
we got them ar’s, so where the k’s at? (k’s at)
me and my n*ggas blowing sh*t up
like we some arabs, aye (arabs)
i mix that jolly and that dirty with a cherry sprite
you could lose yo life for f*ckin’ with me
any given night
at any given time, so come and try me
lose yo f*ckin’ life
b*tch, i’m on the grind, so hurry up
you on rich n*gga timing (right, right, right)
went and spent a rack, now my t**th shinin’ (okay)
but truthfully, i really want them black and white diamonds
n*gga, i gotta get ’em, i need the f*ckin’ commas

[verse 2]
these n*ggas out here f*ckin’ snitching
it’s the tenth time in five years, i done been evicted
security be looking at me like i’m f*ckin’ stealing
because i’m stealing, if i get caught
n*gga, i ain’t trippin’
cause if i get caught, i’ma know i did it for my siblings
only twenty * i’m the oldest n*gga with no children (kids)
invested in a grill, i shoulda invested in a dentist
i pop up, like popeyes
n*gga, where the chicken
40 pop at yo top and yo toes, now you dancing
percs got me feeling like my name was rick and morty
i had a job, but i got fired cause i ain’t wash the dishes
they say i’m nice, i socialize
but really, f*ck you n*ggas
i socialize, but really i don’t even know you n*ggas
if yo b*tch was trickin’ * i swear she would probably hoe you n*ggas
this choppa’ treat you like hot soup * it’s finna blow you n*ggas
achoo * bless you
cause i’m holy, n*gga
and even if you was lebron, you couldn’t hold me n*gga
yo blood dirty, cause i swear i see the hoe in these n*ggas
crying to they babymommas
what the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas
if i’m the best, why the f*ck you treat me like a random?
i told her black man, but got white friends
i feel like will smith
bad b*tch, quick to rob sh*t
jada pinkett
new hoe
and she fight hoes, on some mad sh*t
ar’s * knock a n*gga down
like it’s madden
trust me, if she f*ck me
she gon love me
real sh*t, i’m in the field sh*t
i really drill sh*t
i k!ll sh*t
it’s really real, b*tch
this really real, b*tch

[outro]
i told her black man, but got white friends (for real)
i feel like will smith
bad b*tch, quick to rob sh*t (right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, lee!)
jada pinkett
(run that back one more time)
right, right, right (woah)
ade on the keys, you know how this sh*t go (okay)
long ways, yeah, n*gga
let’s go

- keoni lee lyrics

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