paroles de chanson ABC - Kayykilo

Damn, Glacier
I got 20 on my bea
'Kilo

Who said I couldn't do it on the dick? (Yeah)
You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay)
He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?"
Fucked around and got the throne, guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah)
I'm a bed-soaker, pussy sweet like mocha
I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups
I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no)
Yeah, all my numbers when I'm cummin', I'm like, "One, two, three"
I nutted

Hahaha, come get in this pussy, nigga (Yeah)

I gotta get the bread (Woo), you actin' like you scared (Okay)
I go by 'Kilo, bitch, I'm dope
I gotta duck the feds (Gotta duck the feds)
A lot of blue checks in my DM,
I leave 'em on read (Yeah, leave 'em on read)
Ayy, don't go try to hit us up, yeah
I saw what you said (I saw that shit)
He wanna put it on me (Yeah), he smack like macaronis
I'll leave a nigga lonely, like sendin' off his homie
He don't know what to do (Nah, nah), I gotta tell the truth
I love to break a nigga's heart and I'll do it to you (Who next?)

Who said I couldn't do it on the dick? (Yeah)
You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay)
He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?"
Fucked around and got the throne, guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah)
I'm a bed-soaker, pussy sweet like mocha
I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups
I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no)
Yeah, all my numbers when I'm cummin', I'm like, "One, two, three"
I nutted

Big booty bitch
I got it poppin' like a Prada bag (Like a Prada, yeah)
I took his heart and all his money and
I'm proud of that (Know I'm proud of that)
I saw that text, shit, I just read it
I ain't holler back (I ain't textin' back)
It was impressive really
You can't take the body tag (Take a body, bitch)
I like a long stroker (Yeah), who stroke and bend me over
Ride on that dick like strollers
(Okay), I bunny-hop on low up (I hop, ah ha)
And even 'til I sing (Burr), I treat him like a lame (Burr)
Area code 713 (Huh)
But I don't know his name (I don't know that nigga)

Who said I couldn't do it on the dick? (Yeah)
You know I'm really ridin' 'cause I do it on my feet (Okay)
He ask me, "Why you smilin', why you doin' it to me?"
Fucked around and got the throne, guess I do 'em on the tip (Yeah)
I'm a bed-soaker, pussy sweet like mocha
I throw it back like, "Hold up", I make it pop like hold-ups
I know my ABCs (Okay), I can't get past the D (No, no)
Yeah, all my numbers when I'm cummin', I'm like, "One, two, three"
I nutted

It's 'Kilo
I'm gone