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kembe x - soul fever lyrics

[intro]
it’s the villageee
it’s the village

[verse 1: kembe x]
i used to rock the olive green 5s and nudie capri trousers
bragged on how i rapped, but refusing to freestyle
but was not lying
chill with the village and see how
we do yolo sh-t, create masterpieces in 3 hours
boy it’s been one h-ll of a winter
now picture this, with my n-ggas up in the crib
spittin verses about flipping bricks
all for fun, the world knows we’re more concerned about l!cking t-ts
and drinking soft liquor, spitting them lyrics that give ’em fits
and um..
it’s 2012, i give a f-ck if we dyin’
she do the d-cks and say she love us, give a f-ck if she lyin’
say you rap, don’t play your sh-t? bruh cut the f-ckery down
i was too fat when i ain’t rap, them b-tches f-ck with me now
if he hatin’ on the squad, we bring insane pain to that n-ggas (head)
headed out to california, bumping “stain gang with that village”
teachers laughed at me, ain’t p-ss me, i had 3dp
and now i laugh each time i glance up at my ged

[hook]
so put your hands in the air if you feel good
and your middle fingers up if you p-ssed
we all know life is a b-tch
but it’s also a bad one
plus you’d be h-lla dead if you ain’t never had one
get up off your -ss son, go get you some sh-t
instead of sitting here b-tching about your issues and sh-t
them n-ggas never send it up as thoroughly as the vill would
so put them f-ckin hands in the air if you feel good

[verse 2 monster mike]
it’s young #michael
i used to rob n-ggas for young iphones
the stain god
i f-ck with based god, he changed my life though
i still get high though
n-ggas knowin’, it ain’t no thing
fakest grill, i be off the chain
h-lla veggies it ain’t no wings
i’m just playing, they’re so plain
i’m so stain, we so paid
swagger village, on the real b-tch
we too ill b-tch
what you saying?
i be saying the words that rhyme with the other words
rapping g*nius, in other words
filming g*nius, i love the swervin’
off the smokes, make them slugs curve in
she’s a mike virgin?
that’s alright, we’ll be f-wordin’
do it raw but now i be suparaw
spit it til n-ggas stupid on
f-ckin with h-lla groupies, just tryna see what the group be on
cause i be known’
the girls be h-lla goin’
i try to tell my homie
my homie don’t be folding’
but i ain’t finna hold him
i’m tryna hold this reefer
on chief, cause i’ve been a chiefer
i’d pay for it but this cheaper
yep!

- kembe x lyrics

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