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ync capo - feeling like kevo lyrics

directed by mota media

[intro]
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch, yeah
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch, yeah
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch, yeah
i bought givenchy for my benji b-tch, yeah
i bought givenchy for my, uh
i bought givenchy for my, uh
i bought givenchy for my, uh
i bought some, huh

[chours]
rich -ss n-gga got a aquanaut patek
got the god d-mn wraith with the door out, yea
glock .23 i’ma up this b-tch
when i up this b-tch i’ma show out, huh
trap gettin’ hot, had to get a new spot
so you know i had to put the hoe out , yea
right through the city with a chop with a t-tty
and you know i got a brand new big now, huh
appreciate the hit man comin’ out a minivan
they gonna leave a little n-gga chest out, huh
don’t even gotta talk , we ain’t talkin’ no disccussion
b-tch i’m up, i done come sendin’ hits now, huh
don’t even gotta talk , we ain’t talkin’ no disccussion
b-tch i’m up, i done come sendin’ hits now, huh
feet kicked up, gucci shoes with a (?)
got a freak hoe with me now my d-ck out, yea yea

[verse]
if he call for a up, we gon give it to em’
take the stop out the top, no transformer
ain’t no ducking and dodging on every corner
then wanna flew with a (?) like a might m-ffer
told my slime to get rich and have a daughter
she wanna move in with uzi no cam carter
takin’ trips with the migos across the border, yea yea
put a thousand on ya’ head, that’s sue money
crip flags in my pocket, that’s blue money
got them big bags, they know just how he comin’
i’ma sit back and let the money keep comin’
real big dawg, the old heads is good to me
make one call, them choppa n-ggas gonna rush to me
like chris paul, my n-gga this (?)
no bathroom stall but i’m sh-ttin’ on all of em’
don’t ride no tint, lil’ b-tch you gon see me
when i double park and i lean
i crack that ceiling then i pour this sh-t
now a n-gga back sippin’ that lean
been told my mama, young n-gga gonna quit cuttin’ up
then i brought more choppa with a beam
if a n-gga want smoke, i ain’t never ever turnin’ down
bullets drop him, drop you the whole team
had a big bankroll way back when i was 12 years old
still pop sh-t on the same thing
i ain’t never goin’ broke, h-ll naw don’t sell my soul
still back in the trap with the things
look at my drip my drip my swag
got a coupe couple thousand on his door for a bag
he sendin’ big threats so he gotta tote tec
(?) this hoe got a f-ck n-gga mad

[outro]
capo ync, ync capo b-tch
yeah

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