Paroles de la chanson Kudos par Che (US)

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Paroles de la chanson Kudos par Che (US)

I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if any nigga wonder, I shot him
It's up, in a zip like, Goddamn, alright then
Like culos, baby, we can go to mars, like Bruno
Strong ass AR like Juno, too far, too far, I got two phones
But baby, don't touch my jewels though
That NUMBER (N)INE, I'm so cool, oh
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah, we gon' shoot em, but who knows?

She want a Moncler polo
It feel like I been doin' this shit though
I won't force you, baby, I'm so old (Yeah, baby i'm so old)
New bought diamonds in the store, oh
And we duckin' feds now, and these pussy niggas tryna light up, keep they head down
Yeah, I'm supposed to hit they body, hit they headbound, you can hit the road, man
Beatin' up the backbone, yeah, you're such an asshole
Them big guns, but you still don't know how to act though, In the trap house, call it bando (Call it bando)
If she always hatin' then, then she got a man though, I don't give a fuck, just put your hands up
I'ma make a stanza, you makin' bucks, yeah, I got different plans, oh
Smoke him, we gon' give his ass cancer
I be with the H, boy, you the Black Panther, yeah, they want a damn tape, but I never ever answer
Sippin' sexy red, Sexyy Red, got me to dancin'
Bitches in my bed, in my bed, take they pants off
Never get the case, 'cause the case bullets, catch those
Tie his family up and hold the pussy niggas ransom
Yeah, with that H, with that H, we bananas
She wanna, put it on the cam, on the cam like ???
Nervous shit, you can call me three coin (Three coins)
It's just me and you, and Casamigo (Yeah)
I'ma swag on, nigga, she can call me Lee, ho (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma Cash App prolly seven, you should keep those
Please ho, I don't need your beats, 'cause I could beat those (Yeah, yeah)
On some ape shit, like we hanging off a tree, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Beat the pussy shit, 'cause he talk a lot on me, ho (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma nigga bitch, I'ma fish it ??? (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah, she eatin' dick, new designer, ASICS
Bring her to the basics, I like cars, that fast money
Babygirl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
Keep rushin' that cash, 'cause it's the one time and the only (one time and the only)
I feel like Tec', yeah, niggas know I got it on me
One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
One hundred and one bitches on me, and they blowing
One hundred and one hits on me, and they know it (Woo)
One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it (Okay)
One hundred and one, might fuck this bitch, yeah, fosho shit (Ah-ah-ah)
One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it (Yeah)
One hundred and one of these demons that sit up on my shoulder
Nigga be on my demons, we just like Zack & Cody
Hope I never never run out of codeine, my cup like the ocean
(My cup like the ocean)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if any nigga wonder, I shot him
It's up, in a zip like, Goddamn, alright then
Like culos, baby, we can go to mars, like Bruno
Strong ass AR like Juno, too far, too far, I got two phones
But baby, don't touch my jewels though
That NUMBER (N)INE, I'm so cool, oh
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those (Yeah)
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah, we gon' shoot em, but who knows?
(Said we gon' shoot em, but who knows?)


Bon Appétit, bitch

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