Reaper
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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