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kerser - got me thinkin lyrics

[chorus: calicoe & kerser]
travelin’ all around the world, it got me thinkin’
like what the f+ck i gotta do to buy a lamborghini?
the city that i come from so cold
i swear on my old holes was [?]
if i said i had your back then i mean it
i’m official where i’m from for a reason
heard they talkin’ ’bout a ban, try f+ckin’ me up
but we got the word first, now they’re bleedin’ (ayy)

[verse 1: calicoe]
i can hit the club to pop bottles
i can hit the club to f+ck models
i can keep actin’ like the world ain’t my problem
but some sh+t goin’ on and you can see it with the googles
my porridge was down, i needed more, see
i go [?] with a dollar
this n+gga caught a body, went to jail for white collar
the satan in this lobby, came to [?] with the numbers
from the murder, admittin’ if i spit it b+tch, i done it
if you touch a hundred, you can’t trust your brother
it changed a bit [?] still don’t know how to [?]
and bought the b+tch ice, she still don’t be wanna f+ck you
i hit the b+tch twice and watched her [?] in front of you
chain for my brothers, i ain’t even tryna stunt on you
shoppin’ in the hills, these cookies fit comfortable
just had a threesome with some famous b+tches at the w
instagram fame, but she lay him in a buggle boo
put her on a train with some cane and a couple blues
when you make a name, n+ggas claim they don’t f+ck witchu

[verse 2: kerser]
i could hit the club to pop bottles
i could hit the club to f+ck models
got it covered girl, here, and she said “i’m in a rush”
i ain’t pack the b+tch up, wouldn’t let her scr+pe the dust
she stay, lookin’ for the love, she stay, lookin’ for the trust
but i never gave a f+ck, i’m just lookin’ for the bucks
took my jewellery off at another prison visit
it don’t need us doin’ drops but they got the dogs sniffin’
what’s different? got a gun, you never shot with it
most the time i see the crew is through a f+ckin’ box visit
i was chillin’ in the back of the club
i got dirty looks later and got stabbed in the gut, f+ck
kept climbin’, nearly k!lled for my spot
i ain’t wanna hear you rap, you ’bout as real as your watch
i really built what i got since my “out cold” days
you get your house ran through ’cause i’m a household name
look, i been reppin’ for the team before the scene blew (fact)
always win, though, i swear this sh+t is see through
we knew i’m ill sh+t, “the sickest” my nickname
i used to double profit, puttin’ pingas in my mixtape

- kerser lyrics

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