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billie eilish - kevin kazi lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yeah
ayy, yeah
ayy, yeah
ayy, yeah
ayy, what?
ayy, yeah
ayy

[chorus]
i got three iphones in these genuine jeans
tryna marry billie eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
you n-ggas be treatin’ tricks like everyday is halloween
belly ache, baby girl, i fell in love with the lean
copycat, ayy, y’all n-ggas really tryna jugg the st–z
pop a flat, xanny got me six feet under in a dream
roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans

[verse 1]
what the f-ck that n-gga need? i told him meet me at the citgo
need a billie eilish, all white, look like a brick of c0ke
you out here textin’ hoes, i’m gettin neck and havin’ s-x with hoes
i’m finna sell my soul, but f-ck a perc, you need a lexapro
i love prescriptions but i think i need to let ’em go
you did me wrong and, baby, i can never let it go
ayy, you’ve a vendetta hoe, i swear that mess is set in stone
lil b-tch, don’t text my phone unless you really tryna get a bone
she say she miss me, wockhardt in my kidney
ayy, in love with billie, tryna wife a real b
they gon’ catch a milly and put it on her wrist piece
(they gon’ catch a milly and put it on her wrist piece)

[verse 2]
ayy, don’t smile at me, b-tch, don’t play around with me b-tch
f-ck around, come loud, chop you down in this b-tch
servin’ pounds, i got pounds, smokin’ loud in this b-tch
hun’ed round, bring you down, blowin’ pounds in this b-tch
set fire to your whip, huh, golden crucifix
jesus piece around my neck, but i’m a f-ckin’ atheist
my b-tch gon’ l!ck up on my d-ck, lay it down with some kids
ride around with a ounce, boy runnin’ wit’ a stick

- kevin kazi lyrics

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