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lirik lagu see crew – yung kidd c

[verse]
the only difference wit’ me and my bruddas, we got different names
stone dot, sd*music symbol, you ain’t got this chain
how you tried to pull up from the three, you ain’t go no aim
everybody speakin’ on the kidd, they acknowledge fame
i got h*lla people tappin’ in, but i stayed the same
she don’t want no pink or shein cart, she want alex w*ng
i pulled up like curry from the three, all they heard was bang
please remember when you step to me, make sure you not a lame
check the music, numbers addin’ up, do you see my clothes?
100k i’m feelin’ like jeezy, i’m puttin’ on
all these n*ggas actin’ h*lla cheesy, i can’t rock wit y’all
n*ggas hatin’ cause i’m goin up, they rather see me fall
rubber banded up, racks tucked, they get to see me ball
all that loyal sh*t, she got a man, but she still gon’ call
every situation i was in, i always stood tall
i just tried to lob to my brudda, think i’m chris paul
i apologize for every person that i f*cked off
i been out assisting like giannas, gettin’ bucks off
gettin h*lla blues, battin’ sh*t like i’m doug alt
i’m a king sittin’ on the throne, b*tch my cup tall
b*tch my cup tall, water fall, huh we at the mall
all the hoes stare, kidd where? meet me in the stall
knockout michael b jordan, ballin’ like i’m e gordon
i think i can see dory, if they want the beef i’m scorin’
we was up in neiman marcus, thirteen racks*james harden
they wanna come creep on us, that’s because they beef boring
i’m on top of everybody, look up thirty*three stories
i been switchin’ h*lla lanes, i think i can see tory
i can’t even stop i’m ballin’ out, go to hit the club
i got segregation in my stack, this one all dubs
bag for the girls on stripper poles, this is all ones
h*lla raw, i’m bringin’ h*lla thunder, i’m in ok
he keep saying that he took from me, n*gga no way
i’m the one that’s posed to blow up like some propane
you n*ggas can’t catch up wit me, i got power like i’m 50
i know my old girls miss me, yeah i miss ‘em too
the kidd in a ‘coupe, my watch stuck like some glue
number one but i throw two, her friend bad i want her too
this dior but i don’t woo, every week it get renewed
bad groupies in a group, they gon fold when they see crew
for this bag you know i’m fightin’, she a bad b*tch she get diamonds
i ain’t internet no typin’, leadin’ all these n*ggas, biden
all my style, n*ggas bitin’, worried bout me they keep d*ckridin’
all my bruddas really whippin’ uh, they some stick drivers
big boat, 12 pull it over, it’s gon keep drivin’
all my team pullin’ up bullsh*t, we the teen titans
i know how to put my colors on, i don’t need stylist
i know how to put my colors on, i don’t need stylist
all these n*ggas live like call of duty, but they keep dyin’
she had told her friend she was done wit me, she keep spyin’
i ain’t know that i could go this high, i just keep flyin’
i already said i know the truth, but she keep lyin’
9th grade i was on flip phone, never mobile phone
i got more clips than joe pesci, n*gga home alone
every one told me congratulations, feel like post malone
i’m a big dog like clifford, tryna take a bone

- yung kidd c

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