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Killumantii – Don't Want It

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исполнитель Killumantii

правообладатель Warner Music Group Generation Now/Atlantic

длительность 00:30

размер 7.90 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Warner-Music-Group

Don't Want It
00:30
Bitch you ain’t poppin' till I say you is And ain’t shit stoppin' till I say it is Get it all at once, I don’t care I spend I don’t know what the fuck a budget is Hopped in the game, I’m interceptin' shit Step outta line, I’m wackin' bitches' shit If they ain’t gang I can’t trust it You can’t compete, bitch, just quit The love they be showin' so fake it’s synthetic See straight through them hoes, yeah them hoes pathetic You pee on the way and that muhfucker epic Mac to her face and no this ain’t cosmetic Chasin' the bag, you could say I’m athletic Can’t hang witchu lames, y’all don’t match my aesthetic I’m slaughterin' bitches, it’s in my genetics I don’t fuck with no sweet bitches, I’m a diabetic Not apologetic, I’m problematic Under that wig yeah your hair probably matted To come for the kids you gon' need different tactics You ain’t on shit bitch, we two different fabrics I’m fast and you slow, we’re two different dynamics Run that bitch over, now she a mechanic I’ve been out here winnin', I know they can’t stand it The kids y’all wouldn’t understand it Y’all bitches don’t want it, for real Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can’t) Y’all bitches don’t want it (at all) for real Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry) I-I-I-I swear to God they don’t want it I swear to God I be on it If I flex in it I own it Motherfuck all my opponents Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen These bitches don’t want it (they don’t), for real (I know they don’t) Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real Your ghostwriter don’t want it and you don’t want it neither I’m in love with this money and I’m not a cheater Married to the guap and I’m never gonna leave her Four shows in one night, I’m a overachiever They all used to doubt me, now they all believers Hangin' off the bleachers, they scream and go leer They like what they see, yeah they wish they could be it But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her Until Killuminati a new Bugatti (Skrrt) I’m murderin' niggas and stackin' the bodies My wrist treat him like a hobby My crew full of killas, I roll with them jockeys Can’t nobody stop me, not one bitch can top me I could be a door and y’all still couldn’t knock me Blood on my wrist, yeah that bitch is tsunami Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn the shit he brought me Rapping on a class, I ain’t stop till she caught me Flossin' on TV, now my haters get to watch me Tell the jeweler, watch please, I don’t care the cost be Y’all ain’t really helpin' out the kids so don’t ask me Cash please, hunnits in the bag please Y’all niggas act, you can’t rap, trashy Lick your top lip 'cause that motherfucker ashy I hate a slut bitch who be playin' like she classy Y’all bitches don’t want it, for real Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can’t) Y’all bitches don’t want it (at all) for real Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry) I-I-I-I swear to God they don’t want it I swear to God I be on it If I flex in it I own it Motherfuck all my opponents Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen These bitches don’t want it (they don’t), for real (I know they don’t) Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real
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