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keoni lee – the truth [bonus] lyrics

[intro]
(everybody say keoni on the count of 3
1, 2, 3 + keoniiii!!!!)
i’m online, you on campaign
ask a real n+gga
he gon tell you, it ain’t the same thang
i had to maintain (reuel, stop playin’) (f+ck n+gga, playin’ with these n+ggas)
lee!

[verse 1]
b+tch, i’m tryna run it up
tell these p+ssy n+ggas check the score
i just poured a four
i’m smokin’ dope like it’s a f+ckin’ joke
the way you n+ggas talkin
i swear y’all acting like some f+ckin’ hoes
bros over hoes + these hoes falling like it’s dominoes
that thot wanted a date
so i took her ass to domino’s
and told her cheesy ass to stop cappin’ before i lеt her go
real sh+t
i would nevеr lie, i just would let you know
if the b+tch start acting out her place, she get a runny nose
m+th+f+ck you and the opps
f+ck his b+tch and get some sloppy top (right)
i’m headed to the top
why these p+ssy n+ggas sendin’ shots (right)
they need to simmer down
they talking loud, but never ‘bout that sh+t (sh+t)
i’ll put a band on yo head
then go and take yo b+tch
then disrespect that b+tch
cause these b+tches ain’t respecting sh+t
then disrespect that hoe (that hoe)
cause i can’t go and respect no hoe (‘spect no hoe)
she hoeing on the low
she f+ck my bro, i had her stuffing coke
i’m kobe, 24
81, i’m running up that sco’
i f+ck then let her go
i’mma pimp, b+tch you better watch your tone
i’ll smack the edges off yo head
b+tch, go and get my dough
i’ll crack a bottle on yo sh+t
b+tch, hurry up + pr+nto
asap
we got them ar’s, so where the k’s at? (k’s at)
me and my n+ggas blowing sh+t up
like we some arabs, aye (arabs)
i mix that jolly and that dirty with a cherry sprite
you could lose yo life for f+ckin’ with me
any given night
at any given time, so come and try me
lose yo f+ckin’ life
b+tch, i’m on the grind, so hurry up
you on rich n+gga timing (right, right, right)
went and spent a rack, now my t++th shinin’ (okay)
but truthfully, i really want them black and white diamonds
n+gga, i gotta get ’em, i need the f+ckin’ commas

[verse 2]
these n+ggas out here f+ckin’ snitching
it’s the tenth time in five years, i done been evicted
security be looking at me like i’m f+ckin’ stealing
because i’m stealing, if i get caught
n+gga, i ain’t trippin’
cause if i get caught, i’ma know i did it for my siblings
only twenty + i’m the oldest n+gga with no children (kids)
invested in a grill, i shoulda invested in a dentist
i pop up, like popeyes
n+gga, where the chicken
40 pop at yo top and yo toes, now you dancing
percs got me feeling like my name was rick and morty
i had a job, but i got fired cause i ain’t wash the dishes
they say i’m nice, i socialize
but really, f+ck you n+ggas
i socialize, but really i don’t even know you n+ggas
if yo b+tch was trickin’ + i swear she would probably hoe you n+ggas
this choppa’ treat you like hot soup + it’s finna blow you n+ggas
achoo + bless you
cause i’m holy, n+gga
and even if you was lebron, you couldn’t hold me n+gga
yo blood dirty, cause i swear i see the hoe in these n+ggas
crying to they babymommas
what the f+ck wrong with these n+ggas
if i’m the best, why the f+ck you treat me like a random?
i told her black man, but got white friends
i feel like will smith
bad b+tch, quick to rob sh+t
jada pinkett
new hoe
and she fight hoes, on some mad sh+t
ar’s + knock a n+gga down
like it’s madden
trust me, if she f+ck me
she gon love me
real sh+t, i’m in the field sh+t
i really drill sh+t
i k!ll sh+t
it’s really real, b+tch
this really real, b+tch

[outro]
i told her black man, but got white friends (for real)
i feel like will smith
bad b+tch, quick to rob sh+t (right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, lee!)
jada pinkett
(run that back one more time)
right, right, right (woah)
ade on the keys, you know how this sh+t go (okay)
long ways, yeah, n+gga
let’s go

- keoni lee lyrics

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