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kirk knight - black tint lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1]
watchin’ all these bridges burn, the last one gave me third+degree
made it from a crumb and now a n+gga own the bakery
ship my b+tch a couple cars and she gon’ keep it safe for me
made a new id for her and sent it to the bit machine
told her shop in dior, gucci, prada, and that louis v
suck me ’cause my accent, uh, i speak money fluently (comprende?)
3.5 mix with grabba, uh, gelato be hittin’ me
spendin’ racks in showrooms, man, i used to shop at century
hang around me just to pick up swag, boy, yeah, i’m on to you
ain’t about who got a gun, n+gga, it’s ’bout who gon’ shoot
(n+gga, it’s ’bout who gon’ shoot) money never made me, but it make a fool
promise never empty ’cause i paid in full
turnin’ baby mommas into road runners (uh)
when i’m back in the towns, i see all hunnids
always got a poker face but i’m not bluffin’
got these ho’s in my face, but i’m not cuffin’

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, uh+huh
money on the table, made my own plate
(money on the table, made my own plate) yeah, yeah
pullin’ hunnids out, flood the whole face
(flood the whole face) stupid
struggle with me, then i’m makin’ sure you ate
(then i’m makin’ sure you ate)
s+x, money, drugs, do it every day (drugs, do it every day)
[verse 2]
i got so numb, don’t care if loved ones stay or leave
two+fifty a line, this soda ain’t cheap (soda ain’t cheap)
spendin’ money ’cause this sh+t can’t get buried with me
little tresha givin’ face, think she married to me (think she married to me)
kapital denim on, 3k a pop
my little brodie armed, he said he prepared for a opp
(prepared for a opp) said she want chanel if she get in the drop
if i cash app her sh+t right now, then he spinnin’ his block
i just popped a yellow, and it took me where i need to go
i just f+cked her once, she said she love me, “yeah, you need to go”
(yeah, you need to go) porsche all white like what’s in her nose
married to the money, i’m glad i proposed
murakami number nine undercover, uh
two hunnid on the dash, i’m burnin’ rubber, uh
crash a whip, don’t give a f+ck, i’ll cop another, uh
(cop another) tryna make the feeling last, i’ll pop another, uh

- kirk knight lyrics

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