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Kite Lyrics - Artist : BabySantana
Woah (Woah)
Bee (Woah) T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah) T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah) E-e-e-e-e, uh, yeah, uh Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah, uh) The boys Run in your crib and I do not get caught (Do not get caught) She said I'm handsome, I get that a lot (Get that a lot) Look at his face and you see a red dot (See the red dot) We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop (Mm-mm) He keep on stealin' my flow and it's fire (Yeah, yeah) He want a feature? Well, he gettin' fined (Yeah, yeah) She not givin' neck so don't waste my time (Yeah, yeah) Not playin' with these niggas, I'm all in my prime (Yeah, yeah) I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing I'm tryna fuck, I ain't think about cuffing Fake ID in the club like McLovin I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling (Mm-mm) We cannot fight, I got the strap like a dyke He want the work, it's on sight Bitch, I get high like a kite (Bitch, I get high like a kite, yeah) Glock in my hand, it's a Palm Angel I hit this ho in some Palm Angels These niggas, they practice my son cadence Said I'm droppin' a tape, got 'em all waitin' These industry niggas be pump fakin' Bitch, I'm in the hills and I'm sunbathin' Think he spiritual because he sun-gazin' (Sun-gazin', yeah, woah) I'm on the top floor up in N.Y This ain't my first blunt, bitch, I been high (Bitch, I been high) She took a Xan and she boot up Grip in my hand while I shoot 'em All of my niggas the rudest (Damn) Bitch, I just hang with the cool kids (Yeah) Told that lil' bitch I'm a cool kid (Cool kid) I'm gon' shoot, give a fuck 'bout who you is (You is) I'm up in L.A. with two bitches (Yeah, yeah) I hit the walls and I pull out the riches She suicidal how she slit wrists, yeah (Uh) Yeah, I'm tryna touch the stars (I'm tryna touch 'em) I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high) Yeah, cannot get my dick hard (Yeah) No, she can't get me up (No, she can't get me up) For the game, she a whore (Whore) For the game, she a slut Run in your crib and I do not get caught She said I'm handsome, I get that a lot Look at his face and you see a red dot We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop He keep on stealin' my flow and it's fire He want a feature? Well, he gettin' fined She not givin' neck so don't waste my time Not playin' with these niggas, I'm all in my prime I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing I'm tryna fuck, I ain't think about cuffing Fake ID in the club like McLovin I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling We cannot fight (Yeah), I got the strap like a dyke He want the work, it's on sight (Sight) Bitch, I get high like a kite (Kite) |
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