Long Live Kell

Shit, In the booth cooling nigga
Know what I'm saying?
Rocking all white for my nigga Kell nigga
Long live Kell nigga
Some of this shit cap, some of this shit not cap
Nigga shit figure it out
Been out the way, man, I've been chasin' pape
That's where I like to be
She sucked my dick but Ian fuck her to my song
I fucked to Teezy T
She goin' crazy, shawty don't get lazy, that's my favorite leach
All I hear is chokin', she like (Gulp, Gulp)
That's my favorite speech
Foreign and she pretty, man, I'm thinkin' she the baddest bitch
Livin' just like Shay man, shawty, she been on her lavish shit
She 21, man, shawty lit as hell, she on her savage shit
She told you she don't do tricks
But on my dick she do gymnastic shit

Feel just like an Asian from the way I got that dog in me
Said he was a shooter, had me thinkin' hooper
I brought my ball with me
They like bring the gang shit, you know me, I brought em' all with me
If I go down first, man, I just hope my bros don't fall with me
Dripped in fashion just like Dallas, how I'm drippin' it's unique
Man, I'm rockin' fly shit only, this that shit I got from Bri
Got G fazos on my feet and got that bear up on my t
How the fuck is that yo' bitch, she tryna take me out my briefs
Not tryna fuck, I had to tell her I don't wanna hit, I want the dome
Wanna be with me, she got a man, I had to send her home
Za up in the leaf, I roll it up, shit, now I'm smokin' strong
I hit my shooters, tell them boys stay safe
They better keep they chromes
Twin locked in the pen and twin he know some secrets
I hope he don't tell
If you snitch and still don't beat your case, I hope you stay in jail
I'm rockin' white, I do it for the bro, man, long live my boy Kell
They left him red, that shit all on his skin like he got inked by Rell
Shawty bad and she a ten, so shit, I want her for the week
She text my phone, she say pull up, I text her back, I'm in the Jeep
I just know I'm hittin' now, shit, I don't care who after me
I just got her for the week, so you know I'm not tryna keep
Fell in love with makin' money, I done made that shit my habit
Turn a rack into a five, shit, that's that money-makin' magic
Ion got cable, tell him, let me know though if he want some static
I'll be quick to grab that stick like I was playin' him in Madden

TyTy ho tell them free my bro out that jail, nigga
He locked in the pen, but I know my boy, he not gone tell nigga
It won't be that long, shit, free my boy up out that cell nigga
Rockin' all white in the booth, man, long live my boy kell nigga



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