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Kalvin Kingtor

Kalvin Kingtor is a musical artist who specializes in hip-hop and rap genres. Known for his powerful and emotive lyrics, his music often explores personal experiences, social issues, and life's challenges. With a distinctive and dynamic sound, Kalvin Kingtor's music resonates with listeners through its honest storytelling and catchy beats. more »

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Aye ima need a bank roll
Yea ima need some Pesos
I been chillin with a Draco
I ain't fucking with these fake hoes
Had to cut off all the fake bros I hate those
Yea ima need a bankroll

Ain't this what you wanted money hoes and pad
Balenziaga shoes and mcm for the bag
Foaming at the mouth from all the Molly and xans
Aye y'all gon think it's sweet until you bury your man's
Sippin too much mud I spilled the weed on my pants
They caught my lil homie up in traffic and bam
Like how I'm supposed to feel when y'all ain't giving a damn
Aye y'all can't tell me nothing if you ain't wit the fam
I'm tryna leave em something when that shit hit the fan
Na we ain't going broke cause ima get me some bands
Yea pull em out the mud while y'all can't watch from the stands
Like why the f*ck you bitchin bro it came with the plan
Aye y'all gon say you got me till we catching a case
Snitching on the homie he tryna mention my name
Informant mother fucker prolly dead in the lake
Shit been getting heavy I been numbing the pain
Nothing feeling real like everybody be fake
Smoking by the pack I damn near rolled me a eighth
Popping all these pills it damn near drove me insane
Leanin of the drank It damn near fucked up my aim
I remember we was broke and running off on the plug
But stupid mother fucker had it coming in blood
Don't ever try to play me cause I ain't the one
Keep fucking with them shells they might just spit out the drum

Ain't this what you wanted money hoes and pad
Balenziaga shoes and mcm for the bag
Foaming at the mouth from all the Molly and xans
Aye y'all gon think it's sweet until you bury your man's
Sippin too much mud I spilled the weed on my pants
They caught my lil homie up in traffic and bam
Like how I'm supposed to feel when y'all ain't giving a damn
Aye y'all can't tell me nothing if you ain't wit the fam
I'm tryna leave em something when that shit hit the fan
Na we ain't going broke cause ima get me some bands
Yea pull em out the mud while y'all can't watch from the stands
Like why the f*ck you bitchin bro it came with the plan
Aye y'all gon say you got me till we catching a case
Snitching on the homie he tryna mention my name
Informant mother fucker prolly dead in the lake
Shit been getting heavy I been numbing the pain
That's how we do it in these streets
Real Street Shit
You know we really do this
Tell me who could do it better
I'm all ears
Oh you ain't come up with nothing
Yea that's what I thought bitch

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