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Kiss Em Peace
Lil Keed feat. Young Thug
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YoungBoyBrown, on my kid
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kissed 'em peace
I ain't never have run-in with old girl (never ever)
I ain't never gon' punt, boy, I'ma score (never ever)
Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores (no)
And they already know I'm too sharp like swords (ooh)
Hit the block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch, "make a s'more"
Yeah, they hate seein' me win, it hurt to the core
Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on
I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes
I know real Don Dadas and Vatos
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kissed 'em peace
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain't the same
Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane
Wi-Fi on the jet just in case I text my main
I ain't tryna tell you, ain't tryna talk, I up the stain (up the stain)
Might not matter to you but it matter to me (matter to me)
Take ya bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree
My lil' brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be
She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
Quit droppin' roses on the casket, ain't romantic (nuh-uh)
But I ain't go to DeVry, I 'on't understand it
I'm tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax
First time my mama told me, "Boy, get manly" (man up, nigga)
Just bought my mama a house and it's in my business name (yeah)
Soon as I cashed out, that's when my credit came
It's hard to see but I know a snitch inside of every gang
I told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same"
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kissed 'em peace
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