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rwm - kwa (rap) lyrics

money money money
money money
money money money
money money money
money money
money money money
say
he want a freak b*tch;
but i need a hood n*gga
bands on him
want this here for life
i told him baby i ain’t plan on it
give that n*gga p*ssy&
he be snitching
take the stand on it
talking like a b*tch
and then you wonder why your man want it
real b*tches ride
with the top back
let him give me brain
then i tell him i can’t top that
you a broke boy
i can’t make the p*ssy talk back
you got broke d*ck
ride with me
you got to walk back
yeah
he know i’m different from the b*tches he be dealing with
block that n*gga number
and his socials
i ain’t feeling it
let his friends watch
cause i know they dream
of hitting it
snap back to reality my n*gga
you ain’t getting it
i’m a south side b*tch outside
got they mouth wide
when i ride by
pretty b*tch
doing silly sh*t
i’m a big mac
and you a small fry
big kwa
with the good za
like hood n*ggas
with the top off
don’t flex&i don’t stress
i’ll leave that n*gga
like a drop off
for real
why would i care how you feel?
if you ain’t paying my bills?
i’m just saying
why would i care where you staying?
if you ain’t really my man
i do real sh*t
i get real lit watching my page
but she ain’t my b*tch
tell her first off b*tch
mind your business
hoes my son
but they ain’t my children
what competition?
what they be talking about?
how can i listen?
put him on game with a vibe
he addicted
he think i’m sweet
he don’t know i’m a menace
itty bitty b*tches
want to slide up in my mentions
in your city
looking every bit of pretty
did i mention
i like bad b*tches
with they ass out
doing handstands
real n*ggas bring the trap out
rubber band man
box chevys sit on twenty*twos
cause they can can
hood sh*t bring it to your block
like a mailman

real b*tches ride
with the top back
let him give me brain
then i tell him i can’t top that
you a broke boy
i can’t make the p*ssy talk back
you got broke d*ck
ride with me
you got to walk back
yeah
he know i’m different from the b*tches he be dealing with
block that n*gga number
and his socials
i ain’t feeling it
think before you start some sh*t with me
cause i’ma finish it
he just keep on spending all his money
he ain’t hitting it
i’m a south side b*tch
outside
got they mouth wide
when i ride by pretty b*tch
doing silly sh*t
i’m a big mac
and you a small fry
big kwa
with the good za
like hood n*ggas
with the top off
don’t flex
i don’t stress
i’ll leave that n*gga
like a drop off
for real
for real
for real

- kwa rap lyrics

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