40 40 Lyrics

I got bags with me, bitch, you can't tell me you can't smell it

Yeah, we got every number gen, but my brother's still a felon

Where I'm at, shit ain't no tellin', I just hope you get this message

Ex bitch, want me back

She suck it right, gone buy it bag

Know KD, got hella profit, pinks and blues, all types of cash

You must write ya'll raps on keyboards, when you talk, I just hear caps

This shit get hot, we took the truckload, full of bowls, moved out the trap

Yeah, I got za, bitch, let's get high, I'm tryna fuck and come to stare

Yeah, she ain't know about KD trippin', now she trickin' on the playa

Yeah, I got bitches toppin' bitches, I got hoes, I can't een share

Yeah, I got fiends, that's serving fiends

I got plays, like, everywhere

When I get geeked, I get out my body, might go fuck a freak

Yeah, she super goin, I call my partners up, she fuck the team

But here's the thing, she act like my wife and still can't get no ring

I know I'm him, the camera's flashin' in my face when I hit the scene

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