LBS Kee’vin — V12

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Текст песни  LBS Kee’vin — V12
[Intro]
Yung Lando on the track, so you know we ’bout to turn up
[Chorus]
Big money, I’m having it
I made a living off cannabis
If I give you this dick can you handle it?
These hoes be scandalous
Sometimes it’s hard to manage it
Want a verse? That’s fifteen bands for this
Put his face on a shirt for playing with it
And I’ll do time in the can for this

[Verse 1]
You was my nigga but you switched over
Now I gotta look over my shoulder
The streets made my heart colder
How the fuck can he afford a Range Rover?
Got big racks in my sofa
And a V12 stamp on my motor
Skrrt, 12 can’t catch me
She get on her knees to give me a blessing
I’m fucking her best friend
She giving me head, you popping the question
And I keep a weapon
It’s either the Glock or the Smith & Wesson
Leave a nigga resting
Put bread on your head, don’t know why you testing my patience
Get money, don’t take vacations
Get caught, we writing statements
Can we fuck without a title, baby?
How you let a fuck nigga drive you crazy?
They break their neck when I ride Mercedes
No not Crip but I count blue faces
‘Cause honest shit I’m always in the latest
Trap still jump like back in the 80’s

[Chorus]
Big money, I’m having it
I made a living off cannabis
If I give you this dick can you handle it?
These hoes be scandalous
Sometimes it’s hard to manage it
Want a verse? That’s fifteen bands for this
Put his face on a shirt for playing with it
And I’ll do time in the can for this
[Verse 2]
Pull up in a V12, I don’t need a seatbelt
We don’t beef over females
Sell that shit like it’s retail
They wonder what we sell
Do the dash then we leave 12
Wander around til my feet swell
Send a hit out if he tells
Four years straight I been in designer
She knows I’m the shit, I ain’t gotta remind her
I been working, you been in recliners
I’m balling for real, you niggas just wanna
[?] work on the corner
[?] bitch I can fuck when I wanna
Head so good I’m stuck in a coma
I’m in her stomach like she was a donor

[Chorus]
Big money, I’m having it
I made a living off cannabis
If I give you this dick can you handle it?
These hoes be scandalous
Sometimes it’s hard to manage it
Want a verse? That’s fifteen bands for this
Put his face on a shirt for playing with it
And I’ll do time in the can for this