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kevo muney - sell out lyrics

[intro: kevo muney]
(memphis track, memphis track boy)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
kevo muney
yeah, yeah, yeah (turn up)
turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
huh, huh, huh

[verse 1: kevo muney]
how you got money but can’t even bail out?
you want a show, you book me, it’s a sell out
i send a message, ain’t giving no mail out
i got the city headlock like a dreadlock
and where was you when they were callin’ me junkie?
even in winter time, ice sunny
i call up sloppy, he pull up, he dump it
did what you wanna do, already donе it
i don’t see nothin’ on your waist, where your gun at?
i got some n+ggas gon’ shoot whеre i point at
i caught the bomb and i ran where they punt at
i love my cousin, he crazy, his drunk ass
i want the b+tch and never been in outkast
she say, “kevo you be fresh with your fat ass”
walkin’ ’round the hood, they like, “kevey, young lil’ bad ass”
and i come to memphis to rock out a show
when i’m done with that show, i’m back outta the city
i’m never stoppin’, man, i’m never quittin’
f+ck a detective, f+ck a lieutenant
i do not f+ck with the police or snitches
i’m just one man, i can’t save all these b+tches
kevo muney, hottest youngin’ in the city
i just been f+ckin’ these b+tches
you know i’ma peep her, don’t call me d
everybody told me, “get outta memphis”
walk down the street, [?]
i went to new york city for a meet
i walk in the building, everybody greet me
i walk in the b+tch and everybody see me
don’t come in my life, don’t come in my life if you gonna leave me, you gonna leave me
every night, every night, i pray to get easy, pray to get easy
and i’m at the top, these n+ggas can’t see me, they so beneath me, they so beneath me
and i can’t even drive, want a lamborghini, lamborghini, lamborghini
but how you got money but can’t even bail out?
you want a show, you book me, it’s a sell out
[verse 2: nle choppa]
ayy, if you wan’ book, i need about fifty
a hunnid or better, depending the city
bringin’ the gang and they comin’ in with me
a n+gga look wrong and i’m poppin’ his fitted
you know when i pop out, i’m bringin’ the city
and my b+tch comin’ with me, i’m grippin’ her titties
automatic, this is not a semi and my glock got a jimmy, ain’t doin’ no jammin’
where’s the bread? you know i’m a bandit
leave my kids on her head, then i’ma abandon
two sticks in the phantom, we ride in atlanta
we seein’ our mans, we ready to stamp ’em
if he a reason, we leave him deceased
line a n+gga up like he had a crease
shoot up the crib, make him cancel the lease
we might do him so bad, he might call the police
brr

- kevo muney lyrics

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