K Suave
K Suave
K Suave & 8oo Ca$h & KobeNoBryant
K Suave & Autumn!
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K Suave & & Blocc Ballout
K Suave & Trippie Redd
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K Suave & DJ a.c & KobeNoBryant
K Suave & Ugly God
K Suave & Trippie Redd
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K Suave & DJ a.c & SXURCE
K Suave & Trippie Redd & Poundside Pop
K Suave
[Intro]
(Chill Bwser, chill)
[Chorus: K Suave]
Ridin' 'round town smokin' on a baguette, it not no swisher
I know your girl, she a fan
When I walked in the room, she askin' me for a picture
I don't care about your connects
I fucked your girlfriend, now she's your ex
That bitch, she actin' delirious
She mad I don't take her serious
Hit from the back, you know I'm tearin' it
"I ain't your girlfriend, I love sharin' it"
Yeah, I heard what you said, but I'm not listenin'
Ten racks on me right now, that's pocket lint
I make her pose on the dick like a mannequin
You lookin' for your bitch? Nigga, she vanished
I got hoes that speak different languages
She don't wanna be around 'cause I'm dangerous
I broke her heart and I know she can take it
I'm on a date, eatin' with my main bitch
VIP section, she don't like ravin'
[Verse 1: KobeNoBryant]
She love me 'cause she know that I'm dangerous
Hop up, girl, hop up and she givin' me damages
I get in that pussy, she know I can handle it
Drip in designer, I'm fresh like a mannequin
Third leg on me, that pussy I'm standin' in
She tappin' out, and she say I'm the champion
Cheat on my bitch but no evidence, I'm tamperin'
That pussy good, I might camp in it
You try to run, but those shots like I'm Kaepernick
I unleash on opps, I don't got a cap on it
She sucked me so good, woulda thought she was vacuumin', yeah
That pussy so good, I just might take a nap in it, yeah
Me and Kirk in the club, so you know that them straps in it, yeah
If you want the smoke, then you know I'm matchin' it, yeah
Smoke me a 'wood to the face, I ain't passin' it, yeah
Some hoes in the event fuckin' gas me and cashin' it, yeah
Louie V bag on my back wit' some racks in it, yeah
We finna wet up your block with them straps, yeah, we splashin' it (Chill Bwser, chill), yeah
I remix the dope, yeah, that blender attackin' it, yeah
I [?] to you niggas, yeah, I swear I'm a pacifist, yeah
I fuck her so good, beat it up, put my back in it, yeah
[Chorus: K Suave]
Ridin' 'round town smokin' on a baguette, it not no swisher
I know your girl, she a fan
When I walked in the room, she askin' me for a picture
I don't care about your connects
I fucked your girlfriend, now she's your ex
That bitch, she actin' delirious
She mad I don't take her serious
Hit from the back, you know I'm tearin' it
"I ain't your girlfriend, I love sharin' it"
Yeah, I heard what you said, but I'm not listenin'
Ten racks on me right now, that's pocket lint
I make her pose on the dick like a mannequin
You lookin' for your bitch? Nigga, she vanished
I got hoes that speak different languages
She don't wanna be around 'cause I'm dangerous
I broke her heart and I know she can take it
I'm on a date, eatin' with my main bitch
VIP section, she don't like ravin'
[Verse 2: 8oo Ca$h]
Finna go dumb like I jumped in a moshpit
Shout out to Kobe and Slayer, we locked it
Hop in this bitch and we get this shit poppin'
My diamonds hit hard in this ring like they boxin'
You know we been trendy, you know we the top
We been in them streets, this shit deeper than Logic
We got the snow like the middle of the motherfuckin' winter
I'm with the real ones, can't hang with pretenders
I'ma stand out, I'ma make 'em remember
Think I want, make it all, tell me, how do they figure?
We smokin' 'woods, no, this is not a swisher
I hit that gas, I get high as a missile
I hit her line up whenever I miss her
She ain't gon' trip, let me handle my business
(Chill Bwser, chill)
[Chorus: K Suave]
Ridin' 'round town smokin' on a baguette, it not no swisher
I know your girl, she a fan
When I walked in the room, she askin' me for a picture
I don't care about your connects
I fucked your girlfriend, now she's your ex
That bitch, she actin' delirious
She mad I don't take her serious
Hit from the back, you know I'm tearin' it
"I ain't your girlfriend, I love sharin' it"
Yeah, I heard what you said, but I'm not listenin'
Ten racks on me right now, that's pocket lint
I make her pose on the dick like a mannequin
You lookin' for your bitch? Nigga, she vanished
I got hoes that speak different languages
She don't wanna be around 'cause I'm dangerous
I broke her heart and I know she can take it
I'm on a date, eatin' with my main bitch
VIP section, she don't like ravin'