Kenan & Kel ft. Fedd The God Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
I'm sorry pops
I use to hate you fr
Until found out it was hard
To make mills in texas
Switching cribs Selling bows
Flipping shit a Nigga streessin
How we supposed to use the gps
If we don't got directions
But i got the address
To this stain
I'm finna make a sale
Stop risking Shit
If you don't got enough
To get you out on bail
How that stress feel
My daddy tried to print that money
For that house on sugar hill
We stayed on the hunnit
Where A Hunnit dollas get you killed
Appreciate my sister putting
Me all on to that Soul 4real
Hopped up off that porch
Into the streets
Man it was so for real
Lost my nigga right there
On the creek
I seen his soul for real
This life don't owe my Shit
I know I'm not from earth
But while in this bitch
I won't give up
(Im finna make it work)
Sparky got a baby on the way
I'm finna go to church
And tell the lord forgive me in advance
For robbing banks and clerks
Bae before sit down on this dick
Tell me what's in ya purse
How long did you have this bank
Oh we can make it work
If the rap don't work
I'm buying 20 ps
Fronting all my niggaz
And my bitch
And we gone make it bleed
I aint trippin if they don't wanna
Do no song wit me
Deep off in LA
Where Nigga politicking
Was smoking pot while i was pissin
Smoked his top then left him pissy
Talking crazy
But his bitch know just how we living
I'll Never hit ha raw
And no we ain't doing no kissin
Knowin this is your broad
She doing all the thinking
She treat me like god
I gave her something to believe in
Po up Kenan and Kel
Orange soda
Mix the lean in
(Orange soda mix the Lean in)
Po up Kenan and Kel
Orange soda
Mix the lean in
Po up Kenan and Kel
Orange soda
Mix the lean in
Huh they want that Northside shit bitch
Check the cameras and the back ups
Before you let a fan in
If a nigga go against me
Then he under cement
Hunnit fifty's twenties
Only god that believe in (Big racks)
Percocet dick got her hollering and screaming
Mushroom capsules is a reason
Why a nigga cheesin
My shooters slide wit a hunnit shots
Well make you bits and peaces
Srt hell cat came wit red keys
She aint fucking but she
Want some money bitch please
What up Deji you know I'm
Sliding bout my pesos
10 Year run i made a hunnit off of pego
Activist I use to pour it in a Fuego
I heard federal in town
Its time to lay low
Aww shit they let the Taylor niggaz
In here we on dog shit
I swing my dreads back and forth
And start a mosh pit
She hate me and she love me cuz
Im toxic
Kenan and kell
This ain't the mono burger
She know i got racks
That's why she falling over
Ima dog she's a dog
We love to Dog each other
And if a nigga touch my dog
The coroner call his mother (Muah)