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kankan - up lyrics

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[intro]:

(lil b-tch, haha)

[verse 1]: summrs!

lil rino finna turn the beat up
in a bnb with my feet up
can’t f-ck wit y’all n-ggas, we up
can’t f-ck wit y’all n-ggas, y’all suck

fn’s in the d-mn trunk
wearing all black like i make punk, mhm
smoking on gas, that skunk, yeah
ion give a f-ck where you from, yeah

percs got my -ss too numb, yeah
gimme good rich and dome, yeah
i hop in the stu and go dumb, yeah
she hop on that d-ck and go fed, yeah

can’t wife the hoe, that’s fed, yeah
can’t save the hoe, that’s dead, yeah
imma f-ck on her friend instead, yeah
watch when yo -ss get pressed, yeah

bulletproof vest won’t work, n-gga
don’t make this xd twerk, n-gga
i been that n-gga since birth, n-gga
high as f-ck, smoking on earth, n-gga
i’m never gone lack, i’m on alert, n-gga
watch yo b-tch, imma flirt, n-gga

[verse 2]: autumn!

better watch yo b-tch, imma flirt, n-gga
the fisker coupes in, sign the work, n-gga
xd put you on a shirt, n-gga

the lil h-llcat go skrrt, n-gga
we just juugged the feds off the percs, n-gga
the xd ride in the holster
(it’s surreal gang, lil b-tch)
that b-tch gone knock off ya shoulders

these n-ggas wannabe soldiers
i’m getting bread, like i’m supposed to
just took the lil hoe to beni’s, she say she want teriyaki and mimosa

can’t let these n-ggas get to me, oh no, you know wick gotta keep his composure
n-ggas still talkin that sh-t on the internet, .762 decompose him

all of these industry n-ggas gone hate when they start to see slay taking over
telegram message from brian in london, he say the pieces coming over

new tinder message, she say “where you at? baby boy you know i’m coming over.”
b-tch wanna know what i do for a living like “how you got so much to spend, baby?”
(gianni)

i just made money, not friends baby
she know i been in that benz lately
all that sh-t that you talking, it don’t faze me
me and kan still countin them blue faces

[verse 3]: goonie
(lil b-tch)

yeah
i’m off the perc, just vibin and sh-t
she don’t even know my name, she still gone ride on the d-ck
yeah, she like louie and prada and sh-t
get whatever you want, you just gotta be quiet lil b-tch

caught a plane to new york, i’m in barney’s with wick

[verse 4]: kankan

brand new number (n)ine, okay, n-gga just mixed it wit rick
all this d-mn lv on me, n-gga coulda paid yo rent
i’m wit the slay in the srt, and it’s fast then a b-tch

we be off the d-mn percs n-gga, okay, yeah he off the fent
all the d-mn racks coming in, can’t tell you how much i done spent
on the d-mn dark web, n-gga okay, cop them pieces with wick
fisker coupes all in the back, and the god d-mn amg benz

yeah, uh huh
i’m getting bread like i’m supposed to
xd .45 in the holster
put some racks on his head and it’s over

b-tch said she wanna come over
we in them rari’s and rovers
you ain’t gang, n-gga we don’t know ya
kicking sh-t with wick in the nolia

b-tch the pole with the god d-mn gosha
it’s gone turn ya -ss to a ghost
off the perc, d-mn near float
racks coming in, i need more

shoot his -ss through the peephole
in a p1, that b-tch go
(yeah!)

(slayworld soldier)

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