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devon brent - ka chang lyrics

[refrain]
im a real f+cking g
f+ck around and find out, b+tch you gon’ see
came up in this b+tch, with my mother f+cking crew
f+ck around and see what a mother f+cker do
see, i’m a real f+cking g
f+ck around and find out, b+tch you gon’ see
came up in this b+tch, with my mother f+cking crew
f+ck around and see what a mother f+cker do

[chorus]
yeah i live how i want to
get the money pr+nto
driving real fast like i’m oj in a bronco
smoking good weed, get it shipped from toronto
posted with gang yeah and i’m the head honcho
big chains, diamonds on the rings
whipping in the porsche truck, twenty inch rims
got her riding shotgun, take her for a spin
counting up the cash like “kaching! yeah “kaching! ching+ching”

[verse]
see i’m a real f+cking g
f+ck around and find out, you gon’ see
see i came up in this b+tch, with my mother f+cking crew me, my crew, and i gon’ do whatever f+ck we wanna do ok maybe i came in this game a baby
but baby i’ve come up, like a benz no mercedes
that’s a scuba joke, through the spokes, spit it when i’m outspoken
my b+tch got pedigree, yeah, and your b+tch ain’t even house broken im a real f+cking g, f+ck around in this b+tch, find out and see, see i came in up in this b+tch with my motherf+cking crew, me, my crew, and i gon’ do whatever f+ck we wanna do ok baby we got, we smoking pound of the narcotics, on exotic sh+t, smoking fire yeah, it’s the hottest sh+t
smoke the bag, smoke the prada, like it nadda sh+t, cause it ain’t nothing smoke designer, smoke the product b+tch, smoke an ounce of pina colada i been flippin’ straight pounds at the suite at ramada
so i made this whole album, persona non grata
you can stigmatize me, nailed this stigmata
[chorus]
yeah i live how i want to
get the money pr+nto
driving real fast like i’m oj in a bronco
smoking good weed, get it shipped from toronto
posted with gang yeah and i’m the head honcho
big chains, diamonds on the rings
whipping in the porsche truck, twenty inch rims
got her riding shotgun, take her for a spin
counting up the cash like “kaching! yeah “kaching! ching+ching”

[verse]
yeah i spit it so hot, coming for the top, or my motherf+cking spot, every time i’m close to the peak, yeah i drop
and i start it up again, yeah the trying don’t stop
cause i try try again, till i’m gettin’ the plaques
i’m a motherf+cking prophet, like black on a graph
yeah i’m on one, i’m off one, i’m off of my ass
let that bass bounce b+tch, drop your ass like a bass
uh huh, i’m a morbid mortician, sitting in the porch ripping
got allure like im fishing, and i’m sniffing snorting kittens fork in the road, yeah it’s splitting, my choices are jokes or spitting i went for both of them b+tches, that’s why these trees i stay hittin’ smoking backwoods in the backwoods, yo
car wrecks, inner city, cracked hoods
i made my own lane, b+tch this ain’t no accident
you know im really that
product b+tch, smoke an ounce of pina colada
i been flippin’ straight pounds at the suite at ramada
so i made this whole album, persona non grata
you can stigmatize me, nailed this stigmata
[chorus]
yeah i live how i want to
get the money pr+nto
driving real fast like i’m oj in a bronco
smoking good weed, get it shipped from toronto
posted with gang yeah and i’m the head honcho
big chains, diamonds on the rings
whipping in the porsche truck, twenty inch rims
got her riding shotgun, take her for a spin
counting up the cash like “kaching! yeah “kaching! ching+ching”

- devon brent lyrics

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