kndness & m row - ten lyrics
[intro: kndness]
yeah
uh
baow, baow, baow
yeah, yeah
[chorus: kndness]
i wake up and count me a diamond
then two slimed it, 30 on charm
she wanna like my picture and suck my d+ck
but these b+tches feel like the line
she think i’m green, that’s wock
i’m flippin’ these pounds like “ahh”
slow dancin’ the goyard chop
goin’ down the hood like joc
i was turnin’ that work in my socks
n+ggas hatin’, man, get off my c+ck
30 pounds on neck, come shop
that look fake, man, they could be opps
[verse 1: kndness]
these n+ggas ain’t f+ck with a n+gga
when i had that vision, they said i was broke
these n+ggas ain’t spend with a n+gga
i’m sellin’ that pain, i’m sellin’ that dope
i’m gettin’ that money for rеal
they likin’ the swag, they sayin’ i givе ’em hope
my b+tch think i’m c+cky, yeah, i do the most
b+tch, i’m over my bag, she like how i boast
these n+ggas be real life fake
new personas, i cannot relate
you a b+tch and i’m seein’ the traits
chasin’ hoes, yeah, he need him a cape
how i’m blinkin’, i’m callin’ for drake
look in the mirror and feel like it’s mase
head crack baby, ain’t jackin’ a trace
[interlude]
yeah
uh
baow, baow, baow, baow
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
what?
yeah
baow, baow, baow, baow
[chorus: kndness]
i wake up and count me a diamond
then two slimed it, 30 on charm
she wanna like my picture, suck my d+ck
but the b+tches feel like the line
she think i’m green, that’s wock
i’m flippin’ these pounds like “ahh”
slow dancin’ the goyard chop
goin’ down the hood like joc
i was turnin’ that work in my socks
n+ggas hatin’, man, get off c+ck
30 pounds on neck, come shop
that look fake, man, they could be opps
[verse 2: m row]
uh, uh, uh, like she know my bop
like i’m in the spot with my chop
don’t powder my pocket, you might get shocked
hop in the spot like i had to flop
leg shot makin’ him hop, we makin’ it hot
turn up the stove, bullets hotter than pots
enough of the talk, what i do in the club
n+gga, y’all really forgot
i+i+i’m mister bring the whole spot to the yacht
have all the opp+thots drinkin’ on shots
she wanna drop, squat, shake, tell her don’t stop
sundress showin’ her ass on the block
she let me f+ck even though i’m a opp
baow, baow—like baow, baow, baow
ain’t even know i’ma flop on this
like, m row
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