Rich Amiri - KK lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rich Amiri - KK lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, my bitch, she bi, my wrist, is glide
Left some broke boys in the past, talk down
We on your ass in Chanel, we poppin' tags
My shooter love totin' gats
My lil' bitch, she not no
Nut, you talk down, best, stand on that
Oh my God, oh yeah, I put
KK on my haters, or Givenchy, oh yeah
Got in touch from your lil' ho
She say she want me, oh my God
And that ho, I get her
Wet, just like tsunami, oh my God
I don't even want your bitch
I want your mami
Uh, hop up in that coupe
Drop the ceiling off takin' five
We put that bitch in drive
And then we peelin' off
Don't wanna fuck with that lil' ho
I hate that feelings got involved
Took an X up in a Tesla
I feel like noddin' off walk in YSL
I get somethin' and then I bought it all
Connect to that ho, Alexa
She pick up when I call
Talk down, we leave you on a stretcher
We smokin' you like Runtz
Steve gon' hit him with Beretta
And watch his body fall
You ain't talk 'bout money
Then what is there to talk about?
Trigger finger itchin'
You know I don't wanna talk at all
I think it's my time, I'm turnin' up
It ain't no stoppin' now
They ain't hit my phone
I'm goin' up and now they callin' now
Yeah, my bitch, she bi, my wrist, is glide
Left some broke boys in the past, talk down
We on your ass in Chanel, we poppin' tags
My shooter love totin' gats
My lil' bitch, she not no
Nut, you talk down, best, stand on that
Oh my God, oh yeah, I put
KK on my haters, or Givenchy, oh yeah
Got in touch from your lil' ho
She say she want me, oh my God
And that ho, I get her
Wet, just like tsunami, oh my God
I don't even want your bitch
I want your mami
Yeah, my bitch, she bi, my wrist, is glide
Left some broke boys in the past, talk down
We on your ass in Chanel, we poppin' tags
My shooter love totin' gats
My lil' bitch, she not no
Nut, you talk down, best, stand on that
Oh my God, oh yeah, I put
KK on my haters, or Givenchy, oh yeah
Got in touch from your lil' ho
She say she want me, oh my God
And that ho, I get her
Wet, just like tsunami, oh my God
I don't even want your bitch
I want your mami
Uh, hop up in that coupe
Drop the ceiling off takin' five
We put that bitch in drive
And then we peelin' off
Don't wanna fuck with that lil' ho
I hate that feelings got involved
Took an X up in a Tesla
I feel like noddin' off walk in YSL
I get somethin' and then I bought it all
Connect to that ho, Alexa
She pick up when I call
Talk down, we leave you on a stretcher
We smokin' you like Runtz
Steve gon' hit him with Beretta
And watch his body fall
You ain't talk 'bout money
Then what is there to talk about?
Trigger finger itchin'
You know I don't wanna talk at all
I think it's my time, I'm turnin' up
It ain't no stoppin' now
They ain't hit my phone
I'm goin' up and now they callin' now
Yeah, my bitch, she bi, my wrist, is glide
Left some broke boys in the past, talk down
We on your ass in Chanel, we poppin' tags
My shooter love totin' gats
My lil' bitch, she not no
Nut, you talk down, best, stand on that
Oh my God, oh yeah, I put
KK on my haters, or Givenchy, oh yeah
Got in touch from your lil' ho
She say she want me, oh my God
And that ho, I get her
Wet, just like tsunami, oh my God
I don't even want your bitch
I want your mami