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dave east - kd lyrics

(1):
beg your pardon, i ain’t at the garden
i’m a harlem n-gg-, i’m at dyckman
my favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from inditements
i been the same n-gg- since diapers
same n-gg- with no license
same n-gg- caught the train n-gg-
now i’m gettin brain from your wifey
you need a p-ss just to come ’round
i need that rolly face bust down
tryna chill cause it’s ramadan but i kill these n-gg-s when that sun down
i ain’t cooling less gun round
you can lose your life over one pound
take my time in the trap stressing
i’m baggin up in a rush now
f-ck what you thought, this not l.a.
so we ain’t driving by, we gon’ pull up and park
catch you at the light, make it get dark
in the night when b-tches taking it off
i’m just tryna get my cake up, my b-tch bad with no makeup
gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer
go up in the court and shoot a case up
bully probably pull a [?] up, i been thinking bout that ghost sh-t
i’m r-t-rded when it comes to cops, on my momma i don’t know sh-t
on my momma i done sold nicks
not a liar, never sold bricks
if they raid the crib n-gg-, don’t snitch
everybody get it, i got no picks

trey pounds, that’s a kd
pray to god they don’t take me
rolex or a a.p
226 with no safety
get some work, hit the road
we was hustling in the cove
feel it when it hit your nose
waking up with different hoes

(2):
trey pound, that’s a kd
i ain’t showing up if they don’t pay me
been nice since [?], these b-tches on to me lately
telling me that i look good, telling me that i smell nice
this why i sell sour d, still on my moms for that bail price
play ball and i played the trap
i can tell you what them scales like
had a celly with a bunk bed, i can tell you what them jails like
cop sh-t before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price
stepped on and get dismissed
we like big fish, talking whale type
45 that’s a come back, east river where they dump that
bed breakfast on linox ave
got a flight to vegas, where lunch at
my youngin got it, he can pump that
my homie hit it, i don’t want that
hate a b-tch that never got here own
always asking n-gg-s where the blunts at
33 that’s a scot pip
foreign b-tch up in the drop six
thinking when i couldn’t cop sh-t
i would trap in queens, fetty wap sh-t
rockstar need a moshpit
live a thug life on some pac sh-t
fly n-gg- need a c-ckpit
you ain’t f-cking with me, you can watch this

:
trey pounds, that’s a kd
pray to god they don’t take me
rolex or a a.p
226 with no safety
get some work, hit the road
we was hustling in the cove
feel it when it hit your nose
waking up with different hoes

- dave east lyrics

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