Kya Haal Hai
Don't let your bitch catch me in the club, homie
Twinkle, twinkle, ya feel me?
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding, working hard all day
Got Bacardi on ice, slowing down heart rate
Had a few hoes, know they all part ways
Know this dog don't chase
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding so the dhan all paid
Had to cut off some friends, now the aatma saved
I don't fuck with y'all, I know all y'all fake
But it's all okay
Yeah, people be talkin', I know they not gonna do nun'
Be locked in position, or know they all can assume one
How can they hate me? Their heads bob to my new stuff
I'm breaking and entering, Ted's popping your goosebumps
Your girl know I put the Kama in Sutra
Put you in her past thinking that I'm in her future
I'm in your bath cleaning my balls with your loofah
Salute her, she took the cock like a trooper
I don't know why they keep fucking with me
Break your girl's heart in a honeymoon suite
Treat her to makhana and some buttermilk tea
Sneak her back home while the hubby's asleep
I don't know why they keep fucking with me
Said that she don't want me, you don't want a receipt
I don't want beef, but they want it with me
'Til they suffer defeat, but enough about me, yuh
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding, working hard all day
Got Bacardi on ice, slowing down heart rate
Had a few hoes, know they all part ways
Know this dog don't chase
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding so the dhan all paid
Had to cut off some friends, now the aatma saved
I don't fuck with y'all, I know all y'all fake
But it's all okay
Typed in the addy, and then I called us an Uber
I'm in the backseat filling her nostril with good stuff
I'll pull a baddie just so my confidence boost up
She call me daddy knowing that y'all finna lose touch
You'll be at home thinking that y'all feeling true love
She got the bone dripping with slobber and mucus
The way that she going, that shit almost be too much
Blow up her phone, this ho don't give two fucks
I don't even take pride in it
Pacify my need for revenge if I take five minutes
Plenty men been in the same boat, but then they died in it
Spine chillin', good head on my shoulders, great mind in it
What the fuck am I saying? Speak on what ain't my business
Mama don't listen to me no more, she hate my lyrics
Losing my identity lately, a great crisis
I guess I'm getting older, and this shit don't taste right
Came to my senses
Kya haal hai
Man cut this shit off
Twinkle, twinkle, ya feel me?
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding, working hard all day
Got Bacardi on ice, slowing down heart rate
Had a few hoes, know they all part ways
Know this dog don't chase
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding so the dhan all paid
Had to cut off some friends, now the aatma saved
I don't fuck with y'all, I know all y'all fake
But it's all okay
Yeah, people be talkin', I know they not gonna do nun'
Be locked in position, or know they all can assume one
How can they hate me? Their heads bob to my new stuff
I'm breaking and entering, Ted's popping your goosebumps
Your girl know I put the Kama in Sutra
Put you in her past thinking that I'm in her future
I'm in your bath cleaning my balls with your loofah
Salute her, she took the cock like a trooper
I don't know why they keep fucking with me
Break your girl's heart in a honeymoon suite
Treat her to makhana and some buttermilk tea
Sneak her back home while the hubby's asleep
I don't know why they keep fucking with me
Said that she don't want me, you don't want a receipt
I don't want beef, but they want it with me
'Til they suffer defeat, but enough about me, yuh
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding, working hard all day
Got Bacardi on ice, slowing down heart rate
Had a few hoes, know they all part ways
Know this dog don't chase
Kya haal hai
Me? I've been grinding so the dhan all paid
Had to cut off some friends, now the aatma saved
I don't fuck with y'all, I know all y'all fake
But it's all okay
Typed in the addy, and then I called us an Uber
I'm in the backseat filling her nostril with good stuff
I'll pull a baddie just so my confidence boost up
She call me daddy knowing that y'all finna lose touch
You'll be at home thinking that y'all feeling true love
She got the bone dripping with slobber and mucus
The way that she going, that shit almost be too much
Blow up her phone, this ho don't give two fucks
I don't even take pride in it
Pacify my need for revenge if I take five minutes
Plenty men been in the same boat, but then they died in it
Spine chillin', good head on my shoulders, great mind in it
What the fuck am I saying? Speak on what ain't my business
Mama don't listen to me no more, she hate my lyrics
Losing my identity lately, a great crisis
I guess I'm getting older, and this shit don't taste right
Came to my senses
Kya haal hai
Man cut this shit off
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Writer(s): Theodore Guillory
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