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lirik lagu otm - kiss & tell

[intro: duffy]
sh~t, long live drakeo
you know the truth
(d~mn, like that, joog?)

[verse 1: duffy]
any speakin’ on the team come with repercussions
watch your movements, i ain’t stable, i’ll trip for nothin’
pippy, she don’t kiss and tell, she can keep sh~t player
“duffy, why you do that boy like that? he just an insta hater”
have that n~gga runnin’ from the chop’, made him switched his angle
smoke somethin’, ‘woods sparkin’, opp pack got me faded
one thing i learned up in the streets is to guard all angles
pullin’ skits, scuffin’ my mcqueens, the ‘fit palm angels

[verse 2: blue pesos]
all i went is steps, i’m mr. mose, we don’t need no label
the whole gang on buck, you ain’t with it, you can’t sit at the table
a couple shots to his torso, you know that he’s faded
the stinc team ain’t no lettin’ up, so maybe just face it
too greedy, throw it up in fl!cks, i’m just makin’ statements
long live the ruler, yes, we miss you, and we know they hatin’
if i don’t see a mill’ off rap, i’m back to bleedin’ asians
maybe slap up a roller, jameon davis
rest in peace to ketchy, gang and them, you know we goin’ crazy
still run la, b~tch, i know these n~ggas hate to see it
you ain’t mean what you said, i need a better reason
totin’ big blammers and backpacks, we ghetto heathens
[verse 3: duffy]
you might see me cheesin’, usually i’m fightin’ demons
who this n~gga think he talkin’ to? he must be dreamin’
the hype is fake, to be honest, you is not that n~gga
blue tips turn big bird into chicken little
i’m shootin’ first, i know these n~ggas out here tryna get me
they mad i’m f~ckin’ sh~t over, i just be chasin’ chili
on the dance floor, get jiggy, know this sh~t get tricky
see, off the mussle in the streets, just know i got my stiffler
it’s always with me, heard they on me, we gon’ see what’s up
blowers out, i’m in my super suit, i’m finna freeze ’em up
hot pursuit, he chasin’ n~ggas’ whip, i swore he said he tough
n~ggas makin’ threats ’bout the gang, we gon’ call his bluff

[verse 4: blue pesos]
n~gga like a sig with this chop, he don’t need no puff
ain’t no fake n~ggas ’round, no exceptions, ifs, ands, or buts
kinda knew you was a b~tch, bein’ real, just an honest assumption
i can put you on some money, just follow instructions
committin’ mass destruction, reakin’ havoc, b~tch, we on to somethin’
“pesos, why this glock~19 on the side of the dumpster?”
put your faith in the roller, i can never trust her
n~ggas say they want the smoke, i’m finna blow the trumpet

[outro: blue pesos]
n~gga
n~gga, all that
b~tch

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