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• Artiste: Lil Keed
• Titre: Kiss Em Peace (feat. Young Thug)
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(YoungBoyBrown, on my kid) It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees 'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16 My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace I ain't never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever) I ain't never gon' punt, boy, I'ma score (Never ever) Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores And they already know I'm too sharp like swords Hit your block up with Berettas and more Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s'more Yeah, they hate seein' me win, it hurt to the core Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on Ain't goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes I know real don dadas and vatos It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees 'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16 My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain't the same Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main I ain't tryna tell you, ain't tryna talk, I up the stain Might not matter to you but it matter to me Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree My lil' brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth Quit droppin' roses on the casket, ain't romantic But I ain't go to DeVry, I don't understand it I'm tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax First time my mama told me, "Boy, get manly" (Man up, nigga) Just bought my mama a house and it's in my business name (Yeah) Soon as I cashed out, that's when my credit came It's hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang I told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same" It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees 'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16 My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace