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kembe x - killscope lyrics

[intro]
n-ggas be hating on me, man
i’m just like, look
that sh-t’s not finna lift you up no further (further)
i don’t understand it, but sh-t, i don’t fight against it either
you know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh
ayy
you turn the beat up?
uh, uh

[verse]
n-gga, i’m tryna live my life ’til it end
take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind
on a binge, on a bender from winter to winter
i sin, hope god can forgive my kind
drunk somewhere i never been
at the wheel with my girl, arguing ’bout how i spend my time
n-ggas don’t want me to hit my stride
pray i hit the stage and forget my lines
woke up, my d-ck was on cinder (uh)
next to some t-tties from tinder (uh)
smashed and then crashed, i’m a symbol (yeah)
on xanny, so i can’t remember (uh)
she not my type, i delayed her
back all alone like i’m meant to be
chill with my cig and my hennessy
thinking about when sh-t was simple
now fake motherf-ckers chase cheese like a rat race
i can’t straight, everybody in my d-mn face
what the f-ck is they thinkin’, kembe?
these dudes give me that face to get laid down
laid down on the heated pavement
out dp, i’m a panther, baby
let’s get rid of them panties, baby
she just waxed, no sandpaper
i’m in there with no swimwear
and i swim fair and my fists gear, i don’t stop
d-mn, i’ma shave that mop
i’m on the cl-t, tick tock
these b-tches on my c-ck
they sh-t fu’, rerock
i whip it in the pot
what you tryna do? i got a quiet room and that doorkn-b got a lock
back at it, crack addict
bad habit, f-ck n-gga, vibe city
blast at it, f-ck with me, ride with me
know i keep it too real, three hundred, batting average
flossed up my ritalin, gonna
i can’t be no regular citizen, f-ck ’em
i’m busting, i’m taxin’, i’m k!lling they dreams
’til the government run me my benefits, uh
i’m from the city of wind
where they fan in the winter ’cause sh-t is just different
dipped to somewhere it was sunny
to talk to my buddies, all they name is benjamin
primal intentions, do this from my grandmama children just ’cause i resemble them
sip on this jack with my uncles
thinking about when sh-t was simpler
i got a lot to ponder, my boy
my sun ain’t always somber, my boy
i teach you how to chop it, my boy
these b-tches can’t run me out my joy
i roll down on crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place
407 as a jit, for naked tommy, had a lace
my schedule, she text me i test her, i treat her as lesser
that’s why i will never find love in this world, i will break records though
diss so bad, turn her to a widow
look at my bars, i’m like, “ooh, this sh-t tickle”
suck on my pickle
i drip drip then i dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter
b-tch

- kembe x lyrics

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