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​ksuuvi - impala lyrics

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[intro]
ksuuvi

[verse]
b+tch, i’m in my hood, who the f+ck are you?
i don’t give a f+ck about you, you or you
pull up and i skrrt right off the scene
i don’t know her but she know me
yes, she is a bird, she wanna f+ck me
i said “no, sir”, yeah, that’s when i leave
yeah, i got a glock, red blue, red beam
i’m countin’ twenty thousand, countin’ od
countin’ ’bout a thousand, countin’ money, yeah
trap f+ckin’ jump, like a f+ckin’ monkey
and my money cable stretch, like a f+ckin’ bungee
yeah, i heard that you asked that b+tch “can you hug me?”
you don’t wanna f+ck around ’cause this sh+t get ugly
you don’t wanna play around if it come to money
n+gga tryna take my sound but that sh+t is corny
the only n+gga that can do it like me is me, yeah
i’ll be honest, i don’t wanna talk if it’s not about the commas
i don’t give a f+ck, all you talk about is drama
n+ggas fake as f+ck and that’s word to my mama
i don’t give a f+ck ’cause i got h+lla guala

[chorus]
yeah, pull up in a ’64+impala
i’m wishin’ i was just a little bit taller
i’m in florida, glock get some wah+wah
shorty talk too much, she a chihuahua
need an independent b+tch like lady gaga
four twenty, i smoke that half a zaza, on my own, bro



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