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4Kiss Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
I told my bitch let's a trip to Madagascar
Then pull up in a Tesla they mad this not a gas car
Brodie never had shit he don't take his tag off
He'll take ya whip though, he just take the tag off
If you ain't got no hustle in yo blood that's yo dad fault
When I get rich I'll flick up the birdie inside a track hawk
My momma never raised a pussy I got only bros
Don't play with me my name eight you'll get ate like two fours
Brodie shop open twenty four he do no close
Only time I wanna see her is with no clothes
I know a hustler who trap and scam he got four phones
I tell my issues with you man to man I do no zone
Glock on my lap while I'm driving I keep my chrome on krome
Search my name up on google I bet I pop up on chrome
I'm broken I'm chosen but I'm lonely
She belong on her knees bologna
Even if i had five lips i stay four kiss
If you don't know shit bout me know this
That ion tolerate disrespect so no diss
Loyalty over emotions
Keep it real when you hate me
The first time I seen snow with moose I know he won't flake me
Kyrie irving feelings grandma died I can't shake it
But you not better not play me
Oooo ooo ooo
Leave you on a pavement
Gone too soon
Ar with a laser
This ain't no pew pew
Free tizz
I was just in the court room on zoom
Free you fast zoom
I just left the crib I left my feelings in my room
I just left the crib with some cash and my tool
I just left the crib I just left
I Just left the crib with a pocket a blues
See in order win first you gotta lose
This shit my passion but Niggas doing it for views
Won't catch me laughing at nobody who trying to improve
I was once in yo shoes ya dig
I told my bitch let's a trip to Madagascar
Then pull up in a tesla they mad this not a gas car
Brodie never had shit he don't take his tag off
He'll take ya whip though he just take the tag off
If you ain't got no hustle in yo blood that's yo dad fault
When I get rich I'll flick up the birdie inside a track hawk
I'm broken I'm chosen but I'm lonely
She belong on her knees bologna
Even if i had five lips i stay four kiss
If you don't know shit bout me know this
That ion tolerate disrespect, so no diss