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casualty - keveli lyrics

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yea

keveli

be your own boss

look

my life is a luxury
smash on your b*tch do it casually
holding your hand while she stare at me
f*ck her lowkey on some savagery
nut on her tits, snap a fl!ck on the gram
no close friends, everyone can see
hit it so good now she sliding dm’s talk about a whole family
you don’t belong to that n*gga that, nor me cuz you always been for the streets
go and fight with your b*tch, she let me hit, tryna make a scene
you crying over a treesh, wanna turn this to a rivalry
if you try to step up to me, we gonna end up with a casualty
whoa

you trippin over sloppy seconds my n*gga
i know a couple that done ran through my n*gga
you simping while she pulling six figurеs n*ggas
step up your money and she’ll ridе for you n*gga

it’s not about love, f*ck that sh*t, it’s who got money n*gga
i learned that from sage, that’s one of my realest n*ggas

one of the realest, watch how i come through and k!ll it
you stressing your b*tch for liking all my pictures, admit it

if you’d be about your blue strips, this the last thing that you would be trippin on
ima dive in it
i swim in her p*ssy, no floaties i’m deep in her guts while you stressing money, go and get it
i’m riding this wave independent until labels come with the money sign here on this printed
paper that’s gone tell me that i’m making 100s of millions, if not go ahead and dismiss it
i did it ain’t no more stressing you can own your home, copped that, i flex that, hey mama i made it
i smoke on the baddest, the loudest, the one hitter quitter that’s zaza, my n*gga i’m faded because i been blazin

my life is a luxury
smash on your b*tch do it casually
holding your hand while she stare at me
f*ck her lowkey on some savagery
nut on her tits, snap a fl!ck on the gram
no close friends, everyone can see
hit it so good now she sliding dm’s talk about a whole family
you don’t belong to that n*gga that, nor me cuz you always been for the streets
go and fight with your b*tch, she let me hit, tryna make a scene
you crying over a treesh, wanna turn this to a rivalry
if you try to step up to me, we gonna end up with a casualty
whoa

look at the way that i’m ballin

got too much money it don’t fit in my wallet

blew up my phone they was callin

bored to death, you n*ggas got me here yawning

i’m striding while you n*ggas stalling
not my fault, sound like a personal problem

let’s get it

all i be making is hits, i can’t miss
check my record a n*gga be flawless
took your b*tch for the whole winter,i swear you can have her back, middle of august
come to my set and i leave’em wet hire a handyman, fix up the faucet
treading real lightly, got n*ggas that’s packin around me, suggest you be cautious

my life is a luxury
smash on your b*tch do it casually
holding your hand while she stare at me
f*ck her lowkey on some savagery
nut on her tits, snap a fl!ck on the gram
no close friends, everyone can see
hit it so good now she sliding dm’s talk about a whole family
you don’t belong to that n*gga that, nor me cuz you always been for the streets
go and fight with your b*tch, she let me hit, tryna make a scene
you crying over a treesh, wanna turn this to a rivalry
if you try to step up to me, we gonna end up with a casualty

- keveli lyrics

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