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misconceptions - kyle richh lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn lil’ fckbwoy! man you know that i be, k!llin’ sh*t)

[verse 1: kyle richh]
glah
like what?
shoot through the dark
this sh*t my dead and this .40 gon’ bark
big ebk, i don’t show no remorse (like what? like what?)
she a baddie, she shoot from dior (glah*glah*glah)
can’t trust no b*tch, that’s what (like what?)
she said her name and i hittin’ it right (like what?)
she a thot, she need d*ck in her life
i got a gun, why the f*ck would i fight? (they know)
dotty or dummy
up that spliff, new opp in the air (dummy)
shot a opp that’s on bro, i’m gon’ flair
i gotta go, why the f*ck would i fear? (like what? like what?)
perky bussin’, ‘drenaline rushin’
he tried to run, caught the shots at his stomach (like d*mn)
spin through, flock at his m*ffin
dotty a dumby, that boy saw nothin’ (glah*glah*glah)
told bro, ”shoot at his rear” (like what?)
gimme that chain, that sh*t got glare (glah*glah*glah)
like what? who that? right there? (that right thеre)
thumb in her b*tt, she a thot, don’t carе (glah*glah*glah)
spin in a v, he on feet (like what?)
[?] rare to shoot up the sweater
([?] know that everythin’ better) (like d*mn)
try to line, i’ma send her to melo (like d*mn)
ap is my favorite letter (like what?)
i’m in that p*ssy, i’m makin’ it wetter (glah*glah*glah)
he a rat, eatin’ that cheddar (like what? like what?)
one false move, i’ma think this sh*t settled (glah*glah*glah)
[verse 2: jenn carter & kyle richh]
she a demon, she like to perform
if i’m down, i’ma shoot through the storm (glah*glah, boom)
so that boy is a dummy, got sent to the lord (gang, gang, gang)
and i’m feenin’ the cl!ck on the bl!ck in the mall
like keep a heater, so i can stay warm (gang, gang, gang)
i am not durk, but i’m closin’ the door (glah*glah, boom)
i’m lil baby, emotions is raw
i’m a dog and it’s bread in my paw
she like jenny all over the tv
i understand why she ever can see me (scary)
i can tell that the opps wanna be me (glah*glah)
hang out the v, can’t dump, no bb (glah, glah, glah)
i be geekin’, i oot out the mackage (gang)
they like, ”carter you turn to a savage” (glah*glah)
f*ckin’ your b*tch, i can tell she a average
i’ma just keep on stackin’
he a dummy, keep on lackin’
reload the clip with the beam on his back then
ten deep
be cautious
like what? it’s your .4 on extortion

[outro]
glah
like what? like what?
glah
glah, glah, glah

- kyle richh lyrics

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