The Kennedy's
French Girl Speaking
(Ok) Hipster'd out, Throw it up, Dior Jeans I roll the cuffs
Dixie Chicks with Pixie cuts I swear that I can't get enough
Southern boy, Southern Boy that mean she needs a bigger butt
They say all you need is love but I say love is not enough
Get that cash, wrapped in bags, rapping with my rapping ass
NY days and LA nights I swear this shit just happened fast
Hova said it right the higher up I go its less of me
Cartier my Panther Ring and now I feel like Huey P
They say I'm not Hip Hop but I'm getting paid from rapping
And chilling up at the W the view up here's fantastic
Oh, guess that I'm a bastard cause I turned these dreams to real life
Don't watch me, watch Instagram hash-tag what's your life like
Gave it all to music thats a bittersweet symphony
You better make ya bed when ya sleeping with the enemy
Friends say I changed shit what has gotten in to me
You get a lil change now you kicking it with Kennedy's
I'm throw'd I'm gone I'm rockin' in my zone
Heard that God was one of us just trying to find his way home
Wanna see a magic trick watch these friends turn to enemies
And everybody hate it when ya kicking it with Kennedy's
Your girlie keep getting physical I think I just might frisk her
From what I made in a fiscal year I might go buy a Fisker
Chrome it out like Justin Bieber make these diva's believers
They say the root of all evil is money, sex, & sativa
Kick it like Sonny Chiba got Lagerfields on my logo
So much you don't know tho when all you see is the photo
Fought thru demons and No Doz just trying to paint this Rococo
Flow is still Harajuku but bury me up in SoHo
My characters presidential it's always assassinated
Channel Bobby & Johnny Thats death by association
King of Infinite space my piece is all I require
So I keep my head up an a middle finger higher... nigga
Gave it all to music thats a bittersweet symphony
You better make ya bed when ya sleeping with the enemy
Friends say I changed shit what has gotten in to me
You get a lil change now you kicking it with Kennedy's
I'm throw'd I'm gone I'm rockin' in my zone
Heard that God was one of us just trying to find his way home
Wanna see a magic trick watch these friends turn to enemies
And everybody hate it when ya kicking it with Kennedy's
My top up for assassins
Don't trust none of you bastards
The flow Jackie Onassis
She killing all of you bastards
Keep a black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames couch
Black, black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames Couch
My top up for assassins
Don't trust none of you bastards
The flow Jackie Onassis
She killing all of you bastards
Keep a black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames couch
Black, black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames Couch
Gave it all to music thats a bittersweet symphony
You better make ya bed when ya sleeping with the enemy
Friends say I changed shit what has gotten in to me
You get a lil change now you kicking it with Kennedy's
I'm throw'd I'm gone I'm rockin' in my zone
Heard that God was one of us just trying to find his way home
Wanna see a magic trick watch these friends turn to enemies
And everybody hate it when ya kicking it with Kennedy's
(Ok) Hipster'd out, Throw it up, Dior Jeans I roll the cuffs
Dixie Chicks with Pixie cuts I swear that I can't get enough
Southern boy, Southern Boy that mean she needs a bigger butt
They say all you need is love but I say love is not enough
Get that cash, wrapped in bags, rapping with my rapping ass
NY days and LA nights I swear this shit just happened fast
Hova said it right the higher up I go its less of me
Cartier my Panther Ring and now I feel like Huey P
They say I'm not Hip Hop but I'm getting paid from rapping
And chilling up at the W the view up here's fantastic
Oh, guess that I'm a bastard cause I turned these dreams to real life
Don't watch me, watch Instagram hash-tag what's your life like
Gave it all to music thats a bittersweet symphony
You better make ya bed when ya sleeping with the enemy
Friends say I changed shit what has gotten in to me
You get a lil change now you kicking it with Kennedy's
I'm throw'd I'm gone I'm rockin' in my zone
Heard that God was one of us just trying to find his way home
Wanna see a magic trick watch these friends turn to enemies
And everybody hate it when ya kicking it with Kennedy's
Your girlie keep getting physical I think I just might frisk her
From what I made in a fiscal year I might go buy a Fisker
Chrome it out like Justin Bieber make these diva's believers
They say the root of all evil is money, sex, & sativa
Kick it like Sonny Chiba got Lagerfields on my logo
So much you don't know tho when all you see is the photo
Fought thru demons and No Doz just trying to paint this Rococo
Flow is still Harajuku but bury me up in SoHo
My characters presidential it's always assassinated
Channel Bobby & Johnny Thats death by association
King of Infinite space my piece is all I require
So I keep my head up an a middle finger higher... nigga
Gave it all to music thats a bittersweet symphony
You better make ya bed when ya sleeping with the enemy
Friends say I changed shit what has gotten in to me
You get a lil change now you kicking it with Kennedy's
I'm throw'd I'm gone I'm rockin' in my zone
Heard that God was one of us just trying to find his way home
Wanna see a magic trick watch these friends turn to enemies
And everybody hate it when ya kicking it with Kennedy's
My top up for assassins
Don't trust none of you bastards
The flow Jackie Onassis
She killing all of you bastards
Keep a black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames couch
Black, black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames Couch
My top up for assassins
Don't trust none of you bastards
The flow Jackie Onassis
She killing all of you bastards
Keep a black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames couch
Black, black girl in that White House
White girl on that Eames Couch
Gave it all to music thats a bittersweet symphony
You better make ya bed when ya sleeping with the enemy
Friends say I changed shit what has gotten in to me
You get a lil change now you kicking it with Kennedy's
I'm throw'd I'm gone I'm rockin' in my zone
Heard that God was one of us just trying to find his way home
Wanna see a magic trick watch these friends turn to enemies
And everybody hate it when ya kicking it with Kennedy's
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Writer(s): Antonio Boleyjack, Matthew Dragstrem
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