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lirik lagu bring dem kaydaz out – c.m.l.

[chorus]
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about

[verse 1]
all i do is keep it real, i got diamonds in my grill
play with me, that’s overk!ll, headshot, done deal
b*tch, i’m from the projects, f*ck how a n*gga feel
plottin’ on my downfall, get a f*ck n*gga spilled
stomp a n*gga out with these new mjs
we outside your mama house, b*tch, with three, four ks
we been in the same spot, b*tch, for three, four days
and we’ll send a couple hundred shots three, four ways
i’m a certified boss, b*tch, f*ck what it cost, b*tch
breath smellin’ like you ate a bowl of dog sh*t
very, very disrespectful, what they call this
if you don’t wanna be in pocket, don’t call, b*tch
i swear to god these rap n*ggas be my mini*mes
if you ain’t got shot yet, we ain’t enemies
i’m a cold*hearted b*tch, i’m talkin’ ten degrees
i do not trust a soul, n*gga frenemies
[chorus]
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about

[verse 2]
shawty, she a cold b*tch, she be off them cold sh*t
bust down both wrists, lookin’ like a glow stick
police askin’ questions ’bout a murder, i don’t know sh*t
i cut dawg off, he was on some five*oh sh*t
a certified goofy, n*gga, you a groupie
spikes on these red bottoms, kick you in your coochie
in and out of traffic, i ain’t lackin’ with this uzi
now meet me at the mansion, b*tch, and we gon’ make a movie
million*dollar bad b*tch, she wet like a jacuzzi
i’m a big boss, b*tch, ain’t sh*t that could move me
lyin’*ass b*tch ’bout to f*ck around and lose me
your b*tch in my car on the set, she just blew me
i’m countin’ up a lot of bands, they think i got a lot of hands
tryna knock the b*tch with your d*ck, that is not a plan
thinkin’ it’s a joke until we jump up out the shotta van
it’s lonely standin’ at the top, so i ain’t got a lot of friends
[chorus]
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about
it’s time to bring them kaydas out, this sh*t i don’t play about
diamonds on me dancin’, this the sh*t these n*ggas hate about
got the drop up on an opp, i guess we ’bout to raid a house
all i do is keep it real, ain’t sh*t for me to fake about

- c m l

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