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lirik lagu kenan & kel – b side (785)

[intro: producer tag]
hargo productions

[chorus: 30]
kenan and kel on a glide but i might take keesha as well
no mot on the ride and the mash got a clip for the bells
when it’s time, just pick what i want
cah i swear i’ve got too much choice
and i love take shi’ for a trip but the b-tch make too much noise
kenan and kel on a glide but i might take keesha as well
no mot on the ride and the mash got a clip for the bells
when it’s time, just pick what i want
cah i swear i’ve got too much choice
and i love take shi’ for a trip but the b-tch make too much noise

[verse 1]
‘member the last time we try skid up?
man got whiplash in that dinger
oh, so bunny like my name’s tigger
i’m too thug to squeeze on that trigger
beanie man, in the zim-zimma
free bo, fiddy and k!lla
barbie cute, oh, she a winner
i don’t have time, swing to my n-gga
two in the dots, six in dat spin
me, i’m buck, i’m yang and he’s ying
make it rain, snap off that pin
if it weren’t me, it must’ve been him
buss’ my case, i got a touch
f-ck trident, they want me in cuffs
bsidek? they must’ve gone nuts
push my shank through his guts
slim chance we might lack
if i do, be right back
that barbie’s face, fleek and dat
i don’t do love, beat den dash
hop out the ride, ugly on man
pray to god the browning don’t jam
we trap, splash and make bands
and i got mad love for my fans

[chorus]
kenan and kel on a glide but i might take keesha as well
no mot on the ride and the mash got a clip for the bells
when it’s time, just pick what i want
cah i swear i’ve got too much choice
and i love take shi’ for a trip but the b-tch make too much noise
kenan and kel on a glide but i might take keesha as well
no mot on the ride and the mash got a clip for the bells
when it’s time, just pick what i want
cah i swear i’ve got too much choice
and i love take shi’ for a trip but the b-tch make too much noise

[verse 2]
i’m tryna make it out of these slums
cah i came up off of some crumbs
i had armed police on my mum’s
they surrounded the whole house with guns
prison yard, fist ’em like jackie
woosh with the woosh; number one athlete
twelve-gauge long spread out on that back seat
stop at your door, who ordered a taxi?
free bro and fifth’, i miss dem a lot
jailhouse locked, swinging ’round socks
adjudication, trips to the block
back that s9, it’s filled to the top
had to tell mama, “don’t worry”
all them prison visits, i’m sorry
they sweeped bro for that dotty
and they grabbed up k for that body
nine on the tray
i would have been p-ssed if fifth’ didn’t wipe down the gauge
i was fighting my case, then it got dismissed
came home, big smile on my face
inside of the cage; that’s ko-lee noodles, plastic knife and a plate
that time was a waste, but i still made bands
who said that crime doesn’t pay?

[outro: producer tag]
hargo productions

- b side 785

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