Shoot Da 3 Kevo Muney (Ft. Project Pat)
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[Intro: Kevo Muney]
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Money on top of money, nigga
Bad bitches only, you know?
Free all my niggas locked up too
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kevo Muney]
I miss all my niggas locked up, wish they can reduce they sentence
Behind the scenes, you pay for pussy, but swearin' you pimpin'
I ain't finished, I'ma smoke a blunt 'fore I walk in the dentist
Cut off my last couple bitches, I ain't doin' no ass kissin'
Missed my flight, I'm finna fuck this ho at the last minute
Booked another flight because it's gettin' too hot in the trenchеs
I'm just gettin' cake, I'm out the way, I donе moved out the city
Niggas try to act like they with me, but I know they ain't with me
I'm a smooth dude like Bobby Brown, I need me a Whitney
This the same young nigga from South Memphis, I finally did it
Swear to God I miss Lil Lump, I wish Lil Lump was right with me
Swear to God I miss Lil Lump, I wish Lil Lump was right with me
I'm on the way up
Make the bitch choke, smoke dope on the wake up
Nine times out of ten, I'm in designer or I'm J'd up
He was tryna act like he OG, but he ain't raise us
On God, my young nigga see everything, but he don't see much
He was just walkin', now he paralyzed from the waist up
Nah, it ain't 'posed to went like that at all
But I guess times change, my mind changed, I'm evolved
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Money on top of money, nigga
Bad bitches only, you know?
Free all my niggas locked up too
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kevo Muney]
I miss all my niggas locked up, wish they can reduce they sentence
Behind the scenes, you pay for pussy, but swearin' you pimpin'
I ain't finished, I'ma smoke a blunt 'fore I walk in the dentist
Cut off my last couple bitches, I ain't doin' no ass kissin'
Missed my flight, I'm finna fuck this ho at the last minute
Booked another flight because it's gettin' too hot in the trenchеs
I'm just gettin' cake, I'm out the way, I donе moved out the city
Niggas try to act like they with me, but I know they ain't with me
I'm a smooth dude like Bobby Brown, I need me a Whitney
This the same young nigga from South Memphis, I finally did it
Swear to God I miss Lil Lump, I wish Lil Lump was right with me
Swear to God I miss Lil Lump, I wish Lil Lump was right with me
I'm on the way up
Make the bitch choke, smoke dope on the wake up
Nine times out of ten, I'm in designer or I'm J'd up
He was tryna act like he OG, but he ain't raise us
On God, my young nigga see everything, but he don't see much
He was just walkin', now he paralyzed from the waist up
Nah, it ain't 'posed to went like that at all
But I guess times change, my mind changed, I'm evolved
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