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lirik lagu vencí - next level aka kk go round

[pre~chorus: koopsta knicca]
satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y’all~)
satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y’all~)
satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y’all~)

[chorus: vencí]
my kk. go round, you f~ck with my sound?
“you f~ck with my dogs?” but they ain’t no hound
2500, still counting your pounds
you got your b~tch off of lost and found
i made it myself, i made it my own
i took my advice and followed my ‘lone
you talking crazy but it’s over the phone
staying quiet til’ i be gone

[post~chorus]
i don’t get~ what you tellin’ me
i don’t get~ what you tellin’ me
you tellin’ me, you tellin’ me (huh)
i was off, while you was mad at me?

[verse 1: vencí]
lil keke, houston, 25′ lighters
martinez ’cause i’m one of them strikers
shoutout jenica, but i’m nothing like her
i got the smoke but ain’t got a lighter
frutfied’, never ate off a tree
i’ve been the buzz, but i ain’t barry bee
you got some envy, you wish you was me
you was in threesome, i call you 3d
shoutout to brian’ he gon’ post my threat
i’ll pull the cards without a deck
you aim for my body, and i aim for the neck
you trust your brother, ’cause your ass gon’ bend
i’m calling you out, i’m saying your name
g.i (oh)
’cause i know your business
i know what you got, ’cause i’m your ceo
you be talm’ bout hoes that you don’t even know
saying you the street but you really the road
saying you got a glock, but dont even show
i made it myself, i dont even know
i got me some swag, don’t f~ck with no hoes
i don’t need no advice, on dressing my clothes
i dropped me a body, and a couple of loads
dropped me a glass, said, “f~ck an iphone”
dropped some gas, ’cause i don’t need no smoke, hoe, no, no
legion of boom, so i just went for blitz
pinky out when taking a sip, you haven’t seen it yet
got me some models, got me some clothes
2026, you already know, vencieno, off with the clothes
i got it all on, i know i’m the sh~t, i know i’m that b~tch
you ain’t even know ’cause i’m worth more than this sh~t
boy you rubbing my body (huh)
and you rubbing my cl~t

i gotta carry my weight, been doing my plan, since n~ggas ain’t notice me
i was saying, “hi” to my fans, “what’s good to my friends”
i got bad eyes, i’m geeked
tryna get bigger than big, and richer than rich
i need my money on bills, your track~suit on k!ll
built for right blue bills, need my money oh yeah
rap~bitty doing that sh~t so i’m in the culture
still give a f~ck bout an opp?
n~gga i’m ready to drill, been great since i got behind the wheel
now your ass in the mix?
mad be looking at stills, n~ggas wanna play get real and now doubt and sh~t
baby i just want me to chill but my pockets not light~weight, still i think like~ (aight)
f~ck
n~ggas wanna beef on the net
so who ima take uh to mysp~ce?
we beef from far’ way
n~ggas get hit with a brick, like i’m cray’
but i’m going deebo like friday, yea
fri~ might just hit you from four angles
young n~gga trippin’ he bojangles
mmm, we in the feel like, nough’ hang~
like x’n n~ggas like kurt
off the ‘zine i’m putting the work
swimming packs over counting like clerk
like we reload, ain’t no jerk
n~gga f~ck with the play, you get murked
now his ass got put on a shirt
the end of me, sipping the ‘zurp
oh my god i think i need me a huh
oh my god i think i need me a perc
so much pain, man this b~tch ain’t even work
like you reload it, reload it, hmm?
like when you reload, don’t let it jerk
[chorus: vencí]
my kk. go round, you f~ck with my sound?
“you f~ck with my dogs?” but they ain’t no hound
2500, still counting your pounds
you got your b~tch off of lost and found
i made it myself, i made it my own
i took my advice and followed my ‘lone
you talking crazy but it’s over the phone
staying quiet til’ i be gone

[post~chorus]
i don’t get~ what you tellin’ me
i don’t get~ what you tellin’ me
you tellin’ me, you tellin’ me (huh)
i was off, while you was mad at me?

[outro: mr 3~2 & too $hort]
yea, its bout that time for you to be heading toward the
front do’, front do’
way down in the south, that’s where i live
all i know is hollarin’ at hoes, getting paid, and blowing big
and dealing with this pimp, you gone do what i say
short dawg, i don’t play, give me mine and hit the highway
way down in the~

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