Reaper

Kb London

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Kb London


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If you really know KB then you know it's on sight
Woo
Fresh like the prince but I'm not in bel air
Everywhere that I go all the people gonna stare
I be smoking on that nuke North Korea I declare
When I blow like a bomb I'm a show my derrière
Get some diamonds in my mouth so I talk with a lisp
Big pipe on me bitch so I walk with a stick
Fucking with the wrong nigga I will pull up really quick
All that shit that I be talking homie yes I'm really with
Sticking to my fucking script I be in my own lane
Van coke for my nigga cuz he steady with the aim
Don't you ever talk about me or my motherfucking name
I am munching on some twizzlers and I swear this shit is flame
Feeling like the name is Bruce always finish with the Wayne
Got a bat in my den and I fly through the night
If you really know KB then you know it's on sight
I be lowkey fresh hardly ever rocking mikes
But I been had the rafs so I been living right
Bitch I been eating good bitch I been boarding flights
Steak dinner for the fam cuz everybody eats
Make a wish I'm a star holy f*ck this is sweet
Hit me on my cellphone if you trying to get a feat
Cuz I promise any beat guarantee I will eat
Bentley bentayga shoes alligator buying whatever I please
Smoking the flavors up elevator high as f*ck off of the trees
Promise I'm winning this the beginning guess what is up my sleeve
Hit after hit bitch I can't miss promise I do this with ease
Camo on my pants like I'm ready for a war hoe
Fans sing along shouting yelling in the front row
Subtle with the flex if you want I could stunt though
S on my chest like a nigga number one bro
Gotta just do it spit it so fluent now I will ruin the beat
I am up next chasing a check driving a six figure jeep
Blue guts on the inside cotton candy
Now I gotta reap not talking bill and mandy
Ready like I'm Freddy take me back ed and eddy
Ate the fucking beat like my granny made spaghetti
Soul food home made boy I'm getting sweaty
These niggas are not ready oh yeah I keep forgetting
Rub a dub dub you would think I'm in the tub
Neck mouth wrist it could cause a fucking flood
Doing what I want cuz you know that's what I does
Never give a f*ck my music going nuts
Ears perked up now bitches listen up
Now bitches listen up
Now bitches listen up

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Written by: Khamaree Burt

Lyrics © DistroKid

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