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kap & kap g – kenan & kel lyrics

[chorus: kap & kap g]
she work at [?] and mans (mans), i’m f+ckin’ her
she call me zaddy
i swear lil’ baby a savage like randy
pop her a perc’ and she still ain’t landed (landed)
that cat be tastin’ too nasty (nasty)
she wanna f+ck but she classy (classy)
f+ck her and f+ck up her lashes (lashes)
shawty burned out, that’s tragic (tragic)

[verse 1: kap g]
you know we ain’t doin’ no regular, schmegular, degular
i’m from a whole ‘nother nebula
i [?] like a editor
lemonade in the competitor
if you want smoke, we can set it up
she got that lockjaw, dread it up
still ain’t met her individual fresh than us
shawty ain’t playin’ no games, sega genesis
i had to took lil’ bih from my nemesis

[verse 2: kap]
you only stay at the back of the club
ain’t throwin’ ones, throwin’ dubs
all these n+ggas like tlc
b+tches don’t want no scrub
they like a n+gga who f+ck it good
and used to be the plug
you try to beat ‘em up
i’m tryna beat it up
i eat that p+ssy like jugs and pizza
these b+tches be broke and be leeches
i love my b+tches conceited
you don’t ever, sh+t, i couldn’t relieve it
[verse 3: kap g]
ice on my neck, i’m anaemic (ice)
she swallow my sons, no phoenix (phoenix)
i’m stackin’ that kel, no kenan (racks)
i swear i gotta be dreamin’ (dreamin’)

[chorus: kap & kap g]
she work at [?] and mans (mans), i’m f+ckin’ her
she call me zaddy
i swear lil’ baby a savage like randy
pop her a perc’ and she still ain’t landed (landed)
that cat be tastin’ too nasty (nasty)
she wanna f+ck but she classy (classy, woah)
f+ck her and f+ck up her lashes (uh, lashes)
shawty burned out (okay), that’s tragic (tragic)
let’s go

[verse 4: kap & kap g]
hit the club, make it rain for no reason
take her back to the spot, f+ck after she leavin’ (no cap)
and the way i be stackin’ my paper fat at the table
she callin’ me greedy (uh+huh)
but i went from a house to a home
from a bar to a o and i swear it weren’t easy (for real)
no cap, in my rep, i be hustlin’, owe him some money and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout weezy (young money)
uh, she bend that ass over, got bread like a toaster
i’m ridin’ around in the rover
yeah, big teaser, stay with the t
she got that nacho, i keep that b+tch loaded
all these diamonds, [?]
all these vvs and cuban zirconias
she ride that d+ck like somebody stole it
i’m in the truck my myself, n+gga dolie
[verse 5: kap]
threw like five hundred inside the club
ain’t flexin’ like i threw a dub (racks)
these n+ggas just talkin’ but really don’t live it
and wonder why they get no love (it’s kap)
my b+tch, she a wifey, no fragrance from ysl
no, i’m not talkin’ ’bout thug (slatt)
they know i’m connected, i’m just like the socket
i’m talkin’ ‘bout the motherf+ckin’ plug

- kap kap g lyrics

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