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lirik lagu kear – admit it

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admit it lyrics
[intro: kear]
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh
okay

[chorus: kear]
dat n~gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage (cabbage)
he flexing with that counterfeit (that counterfeit)
dat n~gga wack his b~tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it (nah)
these b~tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (they be hating)

[verse 1: kear]
all these b~tches do is whan~whan get on with it (just get on with it)
and i really like to win~win i must admit it (i must admit it)
he a n0body he trynna make me seem like i ain’t doing sh~t
all the b~tches i cut off they wanna be my f~cking best friend (nah)
dat n~gga he broke as sh~t
dat n~gga be talking sh~t (i cannot hear it)
dat n~gga ain’t on sh~t
in my eyes he’s a little b~tch (little b~tch)
now he trynna be like me
copy everything i do
his b~tch wanna be like me
tried to copy all my moves
[verse 2: kear]
i don’t f~ck with the fake sh~t (nah)
b~tch get on with it
and i f~cked with a lame n~gga once i must admit it
why he asking all these questions
n~gga i don’t know sh~t (i don’t know sh~t)
better ask yo f~cking b~tch
she the one in my messages
i don’t think you get it
i just wanna get rich
i just want the blue benji’s wrapped up in them rubber bands (yeah)
don’t got time for non of these b~tches
no we cannot be friends
on my way to the money and i hit the shmoney dance
n~gga watch where you stepping
n~gga fake like some counterfeit
dat n~gga he can’t believe it
i’m doing sh~t he ain’t believe in
now them b~tches all on my d~ck
and i must admit it
i like the attention
n~gga keep on watching (keep on watching)
think i’m competition
i think that’s a compliment (huh)
n~gga ain’t gone ever f~cking win (huh)
worried bout a b~tch go get your bands (huh)
n~gga keep a eye out for your man’s (huh)
money fat just popped a rubber band (huh)
pop that b~tch like a rubber band (huh)
i played that n~gga like a dummy man (huh)
[chorus: kear]
dat n~gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage
he flexing with that counterfeit (yeah)
dat n~gga wack his b~tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it
these b~tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (yeah)
all these b~tches do is whan~whan get on with it (get on with it)
and i really like to win~win i must admit it (i must admit it)


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