lirik lagu king tel – i’m fine
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be stacking my paper
and i’m all bout my grind
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be stacking my paper
and i’m all bout my grind
you wanna eat little homie come make ya plate
get ya cheese little homie that philly steak
you wanna eat little homie come make ya plate
get ya cheese little homie that philly steak
as i walk through the valley of shadow of death
look him dead in his eyes, as he took his last breath
i’m talking breathe my n~gga, go head and breath
breathe my n~gga, go head and breath
i don’t chase paper it chase me
pistol loaded no safety
you broke n~ggas don’t phase me
you hoe n~ggas want check me
this high death no hd
you kid boy don’t play me
i’m superman you can’t save me
this lifestyle it ain’t free
king sh~t i’m way up
middle fingers they high up
she beautiful and she mean as f~ck
my b~tch swallow and catch nut
aks and big clips
trying to get head from lethal lips
that blood spill
i want slip
i play the field
but want trip
shotters ready put him in coach
don’t clear air i want smoke
meek mills said stay woke
hot girl wanna drive the boat
what’s next on that hit list
that laser beam i want miss
this jada will give you your last kiss
so tell me what’s your death wish
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be stacking my paper
and i’m all bout my grind
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be stacking my paper
and i’m all bout my grind
you wanna eat little homie come make ya plate
get ya cheese little homie that philly steak
you wanna eat little homie come make ya plate
get ya cheese little homie that philly steak
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be ot
i’m in the hood
i’m savage boy i grind
if it ain’t about money
i don’t pay them people no mind
if he studdering or getting loud
you know that n~gga be lien
i’m on the go with no time
i stay busy you know the line
she want the d~ck i see the sign
you’ll a b~tch n~gga i know your kind
i got that 9 and that 45
both hands facing the 9
i dun came up my ice shine
i’m tied in like bloodline
game over its game time
your b~tch like to do coke line
you rap n~ggas with fake rhymes
she suck d~ck while you face time
i’m gone make ya b~tch pop p~ssy n~gga
that big bag made her leave n~gga
i’m leave you hanging like lucci n~gga
these rats love to eat cheese n~gga
well f~ck it i got that rat trap
hoes love to eat rap snacks
i brake backs and snap necks
come and get this loud pack
i’m supercharged like skat packs
my body numm like class act
you play the 5th i pour the 5th
her p~ssy wet off contact
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be stacking my paper
and i’m all bout my grind
don’t worry about me i’m fine
yo b~tch said that i’m fine
i be stacking my paper
and i’m all bout my grind
you wanna eat little homie come make ya plate
get ya cheese little homie that philly steak
you wanna eat little homie come make ya plate
get ya cheese little homie that philly steak
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