Lyrics:
stuff in my car
Just text me and I'll drive to where you are
Do you think that we'll remember this?
All these little things I almost missed
Beyoncé was a thing for us
And you know my genes are strong
We can make a team of us
Durk and DeJ
Yeah, Durk and DeJ
It sound good, don't it?
You
And my friend comes after work
When the features start to blur
She says these bars are filled with things that kill
By now you probably should have
tonight at our old apartment off of church and main
Things are different now but it ain't changed I drove by there just the other day
I'm so tired
His smile on her lips
Cigar shops and comic strips
Oh, and Lucky Llama, Matcha green
Candy shops, Madonna themes
These are a few of my favorite things
pain
Fuckin wit these women
Damn they all do me the same
Actin like they fuck wit me
Then leave me in the rain
My favorite song by juice world
Is
my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black
make a few parties, and
just kinda live it up again.
So I packed up my car, and then I called my Mom in Tennesee, and told her what
I planned
Caution, cause havoc
Fake rappers, might snap them
In half like a Kit Kat
Cause they really know
Im bout the action
Y'all faker then some implants
think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
And I'm clocking these ends, my record sales are blocking 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk
It's a new day
Wanna grab dinner, we can go on a date
Tryna find a nickname, ayy baby
Calling you Kit Kat ayy Kaylee
Did a full turn, did a 180
Did
And my friend comes after work
When the features start to blur
She says these bars are filled with things that kill
By now you probably should have
that, aye, yuh
Ima real one and they been cap
Light up a blunt while I sip Ac
High off them drugs where the stick at
I’m on her tongue like a Kit Kat
Know
And I’ll break ya bitch off like a KitKat
Take a nigga outta town like a Nick nack
All my shooters ready to roll
No skinny lil baby don’t forget That
You
at the bottom of it
There's gut music
Not that it's bad, because there are times
When gut music is the only
Thing that can move you
The only thing you feel
Why is
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
Consequences Realer
They Call me Kit Kat
But I ain't breaking
It's all this chocolate
Leave you shaking
That Diabetic Flow
Yes it's Sweet Ass Hell
Been dropping
work, I'm not talking about this verse, I'm talking about those things
You're laying, yeah, my words are slaying, all those other things you're doing,
the click-clack, alibi
I was back in Tokyo snackin' on banana Kit-Kats
Or Amsterdam in Damkrane tryin' to twist back
Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
chick hates she loves me
Conflicted
Touched by hand of god bitch I’m gifted
Sinning been all around me I resisted
I got hope like Bob & Whitney
My
and August
And September in any case these are
My thoughts for now i'll be
In LA on Monday if you want to write or call
Take care
Love
Madonna
of an angel that fell from the sky
When February rolss around I'll roll my eyes
Turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies
And by the fire my heart it
'em in an arena
And just hangin' out in a bar
They might be played by some old guys
Or sexy young things
And sometimes our favorite stars
Nothing else
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