kd - southsidesilhouette lyrics
[intro]
fwoah*woah
fwoah*woah
fwoah*woah
[chorus]
me and my paper
f*ck you, pay me
smokin’ on three*fives, call the blunt “kd”
thumbin’ through these pages, put it in my banking
now she want my baby, b*tch, you way to basic
all these n*ggas liars, but the truth, i’m gon’ face it
i might pour a line in this juice on occasions
i just need my queso, [?] like some [?]
n*gga, i been caged in, now, i’m finna take right off
yeah, i’m gon’ take off, r.i.p. takeoff
[verse]
b*tch, i’m breakin’ the meter, now they wanna meet up
better come with bread or i do not want to meet you
i ain’t poppin’ out ’cause they gon’ steal my moves
you can take that, though, i’m gon’ take yo’ boo, ’cause i’m h*lla cool
i don’t even want the b*tch, but i’m gon’ get that [?]
she said she want new purses, b*tch, what the f*ck you thinkin’?
they sleep on me, that’s cool, i’m gon’ [?] in the blanket
’cause i don’t need you, fool, i got my own fanbases
and they know that i’m gracin’, they know this what i do
i just get my paper, i don’t touch a paystub, i’m just touchin’ checks
better watch yo’ neck, n*gga, ’cause i’m finna step
window above my head when i’m hoppin’ in this tes*
hoppin’ in that tesla, she say that she five stars, lemme call up lester
b*tch, i am the best*of*
diamonds on my neck, go ahead and get that tester
why you playin’ catch up?
b*tch, i’m out here ballin’ like i’m f*ckin’ spalding
yo’ b*tch get to [?] on me
why the f*ck is yo’ b*tch talkin’ to me?
i’ma toss to the team and that sh*t a green release, like it’s 2k
throwin’ on my cool shades, n*ggas, they can’t see me
i kick sh*t like a pk, and i just count my bank
walkin’ out the bank, smokin’ on that dank
n*ggas say they cool, but these n*ggas really ain’t
n*ggas f*ckin’ lame, i just count my k’s
[?]
i think i rest my case, but i am not resting
for this sh*t, i’m restless, this sh*t can get reckless
ain’t fight sh*t like tekkan, b*tch, you bullet catchin’
i just want my cheddar, benji’s be my bestfriend
[chorus]
me and my paper
f*ck you, pay me
smokin’ on three*fives, call the blunt “kd”
thumbin’ through these pages, put it in my banking
now she want my baby, b*tch, you way to basic
all these n*ggas liars, but the truth, i’m gon’ face it
i might pour a line in this juice on occasions
i just need my queso, [?] like some [?]
n*gga, i been caged in, now, i’m finna take right off
yeah, i’m gon’ take off, r.i.p. takeoff
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