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djor - the ki lyrics

{verse]
d-mn, i’m that mr. man
i’m hot as ever catch a blister when you grip the hand
you n-ggas planned upon my levels of the tryptophan
but i just booked another jam and a trip to france
i get the bands, i get the guallah, a b-tch unbothered
a scholar but i clip ya mans, a chip to slaughter
put grands on the house and a trip to malta
you miss the tan in j-pan when i’m feeling baller
i’m stamped out and booked up, you chopped down and cooked up
i’m lit b-tch and looked up, you suck d-ck and look rough
you wanted me, so, now you got it b-tch so good luck
i cook up another one to leave your shimmy shook up, this that good stuff
ooh la la, i’m fluid with the bars, black as amistad
oozing with the “ah!”s then applause
b-tch respect me, too legit to pause for ya cause
imma have to blunt cut ’em at the neck, t-boz

[verse]
level with the devil, the bezel gon’ wanna bling
several want the head up, i promise i buzzer-beat
edible, a n-gga don’t want it when imma feast
i’m a greedy motherf-cker for succulent wannabe’s
they been penny pinching and f-cking for dungarees
i been in and out the country for fun in the summer breeze
plenty money, chunk of cheese i’m sitting on, tuffet teas
m-ffet, if you f-ck it, you never gon’ wanna seize up
breeze by the seas, maldives to ibiza
get ahead of ichabod crane i be g’d up
bigger with the barrel i’m telling a n-gga freeze up
hollows hit the fellow, incredible how he bleed out
pop off if you want, i play no games, i’ll leak your brain
you not big enough a name, i serve it to you like entrees
hoe, i’m f-cking on your main but that’s my side, mac & cheese or fries
you think otherwise, hi, surprise, in between those thighs
call it what you like but i’m a goat and youse a footnote
she love you cause you let her lead you broke, and i’m about my yolks
living life a joke but it ain’t funny, youse a dummy
f-cking up your lil money tryna stop what’s coming to me, that’ll never slide
god up on my side, speckles on my face
love the way it tastes, the victory all on my plate
i would never want to be, if i was you i’d stay my place
slow it down with all that pace or catch a razor to your nape, what?

- djor lyrics

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