Big Wheels Kevin Abstract
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[Verse]
Big wheels on top, my
Heart rate don't stop, you
Might as well call the cops, fame
Turned a nigga to a opp, I
Been down so low, seen the floor
Turn boat loads into echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes
My niggas ain't see no more cash
I got rich way too fast
My mama still work at Sonic, nigga
I didn't even finish college, nigga
Got a lot of guilt inside of me
My niggas back home ain't proud of me
They think I'm a bitch, just queerbaitin'
Quit bein' a bitch and quit hatin'
Y'all pump fakin'
I'm a power bottom like a Free Mason
Y'all stuck playin', that's complacent, I'm cum-chasin'
My niggas back home got fundraisers
So self-centered, I'm amazin'
Took a nigga years, got dumb patience
Dumb, dumb parents what I been sayin'
Should've shook them niggas off like some dumb braces
Runnin' from nothin', and the haunted are somethin'
Tell my baby I want him, he keep me up when we fussin'
Under the sheets when we touchin'
I keep his work just to function
I can't hear him or nothin', for that, my nigga, we jumpin'
Big wheels on top, my
Heart rate don't stop, you
Might as well call the cops, fame
Turned a nigga to a opp, I
Been down so low, seen the floor
Turn boat loads into echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes
My niggas ain't see no more cash
I got rich way too fast
My mama still work at Sonic, nigga
I didn't even finish college, nigga
Got a lot of guilt inside of me
My niggas back home ain't proud of me
They think I'm a bitch, just queerbaitin'
Quit bein' a bitch and quit hatin'
Y'all pump fakin'
I'm a power bottom like a Free Mason
Y'all stuck playin', that's complacent, I'm cum-chasin'
My niggas back home got fundraisers
So self-centered, I'm amazin'
Took a nigga years, got dumb patience
Dumb, dumb parents what I been sayin'
Should've shook them niggas off like some dumb braces
Runnin' from nothin', and the haunted are somethin'
Tell my baby I want him, he keep me up when we fussin'
Under the sheets when we touchin'
I keep his work just to function
I can't hear him or nothin', for that, my nigga, we jumpin'
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