back to the basics - killdavyn lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, gettin’ money ain’t new to me
i ain’t here for the foolery
she finna f*ck for the jewelry
ain’t no one foolin’ me
i get the money, you best believe
she wanna suck me, she on her knees
she used to dub me, she checkin’ me
get to the bag, uh, if you ain’t ’bout it evacuate
she wanna beat me like m*st*rbate
i get to the money the faster way
ye, i’m ’bout the math today
stack up and count up my racks today
boy you not with us you castaway
my pockets too pudgy, need salad, aye
yeah, pockets too fat that i walk with a limp
i cannot love her lil b*tch i’m a pimp
blue money my pocket i look like a crip
i let the 40 buss on my hip
i’m finna up and bust on her lip
she wanna sucky suck on my d*ck
that b*tch she mad like what’s the deal?
i’m on the top b*tch like a hill
[verse]
yeah, a*c*o*g scope, uh
i cannot cry ’bout a hoe
y’all n*ggas yucky y’all suckin’ on toes
she wanna f*ck me, i’m hittin’ the woah
we finna f*ck so i’m hittin’ yo hoe
she wanna play me, i didn’t even know
left that lil b*tch now it’s back to the basics
and i’m dodging these b*tches like i’m in the matrix
i’m in the crib chillin’ while these lil f*ck n*ggas hatin’
she said she wanna just f*ck on k!lldavyn
she wanna rockabye just like a baby
finna beat a n*gga ass like dababy
she wanna eat my ass, b*tch is you crazy?
hadda kick the b*tch up out the mercedes
like what the f*ck was she on my n*gga?
[chorus]
yeah, gettin’ money ain’t new to me
i ain’t here for the foolery
she finna f*ck for the jewelry
ain’t no one foolin’ me
i get the money, you best believe
she wanna suck me, she on her knees
she used to dub me, she checkin’ me
get to the bag, uh, if you ain’t ’bout it evacuate
she wanna beat me like m*st*rbate
i get to the money the faster way
ye, i’m ’bout the math today
stack up and count up my racks today
boy you not with us you castaway
my pockets too pudgy, need salad, aye
yeah, pockets too fat that i walk with a limp
i cannot love her lil b*tch i’m a pimp
blue money my pocket i look like a crip
i let the 40 buss on my hip
i’m finna up and bust on her lip
she wanna sucky suck on my d*ck
that b*tch she mad like what’s the deal?
i’m on the top b*tch like a hill
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