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10kkev - survey lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, power)
let me talk to ’em
b+tch
yeah
mm+hmm

[chorus]
you gotta know the b+tch ain’t really yours, it’s just your turn
i don’t talk to 12, cuff me up and call my law firm
might hit a n+gga pint, later on, he gon’ have heartburn
all that keepin’ it real gon’ get you played, that’s what i learned
ayy, i’ma die alone, just how i was born
i changed the color of this crush, man, this b+tch was orange
they tryna verify them taxes, i just got the form
in five days, we in action, this sh+t really goin’

[verse 1]
i don’t even got losin’ in my vocabulary
i bought a whole page of black cards and got mariah careys
the sh+t a n+gga got planned, it’s gon’ be legendary (uh+huh)
i’m into gaming, you just talk about it, doin’ commentary (man)
if we keepin’ it a hundred, n+ggas’ time comin’
if the boys hit the spot, they ain’t gon’ find nothin’
ayy, f+ck ten, i’m like thirty steps ahead (uh+huh)
i’m in love with the field, wipin’ down me with heads (yeah)
[chorus]
both them hoes for me, bro, i don’t do no two+mans
tryna attach a whole two hundred, send her in like susanne
and i’m doin’ pses fresh, that b+tch can have no chance
i’m sendin’ off the whole bag until i get the zelle band

[verse 2]
your favorite rapper rockin’ moissanite, that ain’t my business, though
i just wanna watch my n+ggas ball, i’m tom thibodeau
that spicy+ass sh+t you smokin’ on, that sh+t oregano
just got that one call from my plug, he leavin’ méxico (come on)
bodies droppin’, n+ggas gettin’ rolled
puff puff passin’ n+ggas, r.i.p. them hoes (b+tch)
that [?] in trader joe’s and debit card on lowes (uh+huh)
been doin’ three thousand a day while my drops on hold
i got fidelity, makin’ a mobile 1k
yeah, we walkin’ that sh+t on monday
just ordered eight phones, now they want me to do a survey (come on)
the bank gave me half blue cheese and salsa verde (green)

[chorus]
both them hoes for me, bro, i don’t do no two+mans
tryna attach a whole two hundred, send her in like susanne
and i’m doin’ pses fresh, that b+tch can have no chance
i’m sendin’ off the whole bag until i get the zelle band (d+mn)
you gotta know the b+tch ain’t really yours, it’s just your turn
i don’t talk to 12, cuff me up and call my law firm
might hit a n+gga pint, later on, he gon’ have heartburn
all that keepin’ it real gon’ get you played, that’s what i learned
ayy, i’ma die alone, just how i was born
i changed the color of this crush, man, this b+tch was orange
they tryna verify them taxes, i just got the form
in five days, we in action, this sh+t really goin’
[outro]
mm+hmm, yeah
let me talk to ’em

- 10kkev lyrics

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