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kay p - you are already dead lyrics

[intro: kay p]
aye-aye, aye-aye, b-tch!
i be lookin’ in the comments n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout this “kay p this”, “go back to the old this and that”, nah n-gg- shut the f-ck up and suck my d-ck. i do what the f-ck i want

[verse 1: kay p]
aye, you can smell dope in my finger nails
got too much work need a bigger scale
i’m like the sea i got fish scale
i’m making movies like christian bale
got my b-tch sippin’ white zinfandel
choppa sing like i named it adele
b-tch i’m on tv like drake bell
pockets fat they be on shakewell
yeah her -ss fat and it shake nice
n-gg-s mad i got my cake right
why yo b-tch want me to stay the night
try to rob me you gon’ pay the price
i keep a pole like a stripper
my team full of stars like big dipper
i might just f-ck on yo sister
i give her d-ck but don’t kiss her
that p-ssy wet i might need flippers
can’t keep my d-ck in my knickers
she said that remind her of triple x
i said shut up b-tch that’s just disrespect
she drinking on vodka wit triple sec
i suck on the t-tty get nipple wet
she chew on my d-ck like it’s bubble gum
she a sl-t i fill her up with c-m
in miami i’m with some p-rn stars
yeah she a hoe but she foreign though
in la i’m with some p-rn stars
yeah she a hoe but she f-ck me good
n-gg-s be fake like a hoax (they what?!)
don’t talk to me boy you so broke
i need a crib with a moat
i need a ship b-tch a boat

[interlude: kamiyada+]
yuh, aye, kay p
aye, kami
aye look

[verse 2: kamiyada+]
living life i think it look like a movie
extended clip i come equipped with the tooly
your b-tch on twitter wildin’ out like a groupie
she bought the uber left with nut in her coochie
i peter pipe her now its back to my riches
i count up racks but can’t keep count of my b-tches
not doing business if it ain’t triple digits
i’m triple sixin’ and remixing my syrup like
whoa, aye, sauce what i drip, 50 cal i let it rip from the hip
baby shiva and yung kami it’s lit, this a universal interstellar event
how you ballin’ but yo b-tch pay yo rent?
how you whippin’ but you leasing yo benz?
how you real but yet you playing pretend?
i can see the fakes through that ethereal lens
aye, whoa, sauce what i drip, 50 cal i let it rip from the hip
baby shiva and yung kami it’s lit, this a universal interstellar event

[outro: kamiyada+]
aye, gang sh-t! f-ck these n-gg-s man!
midnight society

- kay p lyrics

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