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kid al - they don't understand (feat. a-lew) lyrics

[intro: kid al]
hello?
ahaha
yeah

[hook]
godd-mn, when will these motherf-ckers understand
i am the kid, no i am the man, yeah
i do it for the fam yeah
og and i got a couple grams yeah

[verse 1: kid al]
grab a f-ckin’ chair homie
you should consider it
since you stand no chance homie, i’m being considerate
niggas still hatin’ niggas still on that bitter shit
f-ck that, haters get booted like timberlands
yeah, and i’m the motherf-cking boss-type
never catch me slacking even if that shit was tossed right
hoes come in three’s, christmas eve
all night
niggas wanna see me pop off?
well alright
whip my wrist like slavery
head full of bread like bakeries
got hella hits i’m major league
feel like this shit was made for me
niggas mad because when they b-tch now follows me on instagram though
raps worth the shot like i got unlimited ammo
workin’ for them bands though
just to let some bands go
finna shine so bright that when you’re near me you’ll get tan do’
yeah, and i’m the motherf-cking man yo
only dressed like guys usually by your side like hands do’ (hmm)
out here and i’m startin’ from scratch
‘cuz my palms been itching it’s time to get rids as ratch
seems like everything i’m doin’ nowadays is for the catch
i’m a boss-type dude, these niggas just work the staff

[hook: kid al]
godd-mn, when will these motherf-ckers understand
i am the kid, no i am the man, yeah
and i do it for the fam yeah
og and i got a couple grams yeah
godd-mn, when will these motherf-ckers understand
i am the kid, no i am the man, yeah
and i do it for the fam yeah
og and i got a couple grams yeah

yeah, and i got a couple grams, yeah
you know i’m the f-cking man yeah

[verse 2: a-lew]
godd-mn, corny -ss dudes, they don’t understand
don’t quit smokin’ cold turkery
goin’ ham
gotta cook the game up, where’s the f-ckin’ pan?
all these b-tches love me, i’m too fly, oh man
and you know that this is my verse
you prayin’ you could be like me man go to church
better watch your hoe ‘cuz that b-tch will flirt
don’t let her see me ‘cuz i be takin’ off her shirt
yeah. back to the shop that’s too clutch
try to get clouded man p-ss me the dutch
gettin’ high, f-ckin’ b-tches that is a must
too fresh dawg my style you can’t touch
got the greatest flo
different ‘cuz of my tone
all these girls, all they wanna do is bone
well i gotta rock and i been a little stoned
ballin, smokin’ yo
all i know
ya’ll heard about me man, it’s a-lew
i don’t like one pussy i prefer two
reppin’ my boys you know all about the crew
like 50 in the game son this is how we do

[outro: a-lew & kid al]
a-lew:
yo al we just had to do it to ’em quick ya’ know?

kid al:
word, they can’t f-ck with us. it’s kid al and a-lew

a-lew & kid al:
ah shit
look at da’ motherf-cking flick of da’ wrist
clique too tight
nobody else could fit
come chill with us smoke a spliff, take a sip
ain’t nobody fresher than my motherf-cking clique

- kid al lyrics

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