Oh My God
I'm a king without a crown and I don't give a fuck
I can sing without a doubt but like to switch it up
I'ma give you something louder than whats in this blunt
Bitch i'm bout to show you how I can down in the club
I been a man since, I came to this planet (came to this planet)
I'm faded like damn it
My keys and my wallet done vanished (they fuckin gone!)
Lose all my shit when I'm drinkin
Do everything without thinkin
It used to be only on weekends
Now I just party, pop molly, i'm tweakin
Yuh, i'm a kid and I love it
I like to tell the truth when spittin
They just kiddin no Kudde$ (jk thats me)
Umm, I'ma get it no what-ifs
They say content my main intent is always staying in front
I'm like, what up? ya'll now rockin with Kudde$
Yeah, blunts lit, eyes red, got everything I ever wanted
And i'm always blunted if being 100
I'm young and I'm rugged but still got it made
They just be huffin and puffin cuz I got ahead
I got ahead much better
My head's much more clever
I been this up forever
They just got tucked in bed, go figure
They just want bread, mo chedda
Mo chedda, Mo chedda
They just want bread, mo chedda
But they ain't get what they ain't gon take
And they gon take shit cuz Kudde$ won't let em like
Oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God (YAH)
They just like oh my God, oh my God (YAH)
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
I'm strapped and ready to go
I got this blunt and this fat one to smoke
I don't give fucks homie thats how it goes so round me, yeah
We can burn one, we can burn two
Ah fuck it man you know we always hittin round three
Yeah we gon get faded
We gon turn up in this bitch like I'm fucked up and shit
And I really can't even explain it
But fuck it, its great and I love it
They know the name and its Kudde$
They know I stay with my brothas
And we in this bitch never sleepin
Homie I'll always repeat it
I think i'm finally peakin
Why'd I think I might be tweakin?
I'm off the shits every weekend
I'm off the shits every weekend, hey, like oh my God
God damn another song about smokin
Ah man I need ganja to cope with
That all that they talk bout is me and my dopeness
And how they don't like me but fuck it they notice
But fuck it they notice, yea but fuck it they notice
So i'ma just sip my tea, let em get hyphy like...
Oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God
K-U Bitch!
K-U-D-D 3-1-9
Kuddes and Paimon
Bitch!
I can sing without a doubt but like to switch it up
I'ma give you something louder than whats in this blunt
Bitch i'm bout to show you how I can down in the club
I been a man since, I came to this planet (came to this planet)
I'm faded like damn it
My keys and my wallet done vanished (they fuckin gone!)
Lose all my shit when I'm drinkin
Do everything without thinkin
It used to be only on weekends
Now I just party, pop molly, i'm tweakin
Yuh, i'm a kid and I love it
I like to tell the truth when spittin
They just kiddin no Kudde$ (jk thats me)
Umm, I'ma get it no what-ifs
They say content my main intent is always staying in front
I'm like, what up? ya'll now rockin with Kudde$
Yeah, blunts lit, eyes red, got everything I ever wanted
And i'm always blunted if being 100
I'm young and I'm rugged but still got it made
They just be huffin and puffin cuz I got ahead
I got ahead much better
My head's much more clever
I been this up forever
They just got tucked in bed, go figure
They just want bread, mo chedda
Mo chedda, Mo chedda
They just want bread, mo chedda
But they ain't get what they ain't gon take
And they gon take shit cuz Kudde$ won't let em like
Oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God (YAH)
They just like oh my God, oh my God (YAH)
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
I'm strapped and ready to go
I got this blunt and this fat one to smoke
I don't give fucks homie thats how it goes so round me, yeah
We can burn one, we can burn two
Ah fuck it man you know we always hittin round three
Yeah we gon get faded
We gon turn up in this bitch like I'm fucked up and shit
And I really can't even explain it
But fuck it, its great and I love it
They know the name and its Kudde$
They know I stay with my brothas
And we in this bitch never sleepin
Homie I'll always repeat it
I think i'm finally peakin
Why'd I think I might be tweakin?
I'm off the shits every weekend
I'm off the shits every weekend, hey, like oh my God
God damn another song about smokin
Ah man I need ganja to cope with
That all that they talk bout is me and my dopeness
And how they don't like me but fuck it they notice
But fuck it they notice, yea but fuck it they notice
So i'ma just sip my tea, let em get hyphy like...
Oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
They just like oh my God, oh my God
K-U Bitch!
K-U-D-D 3-1-9
Kuddes and Paimon
Bitch!
Credits
Writer(s): Dj Paimon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.