Testo The Shit - Le Kid
Testo della canzone The Shit (Le Kid), tratta dall'album THE SHIT
I'm that bitch, I'm that bitch I'm the muthafuckin' shit
You can't really tell me shit
When I pull up with the stick
I got Le Kid in the cut
He gon make that shit buck
We around with the crown, We gon make these hoes frown
Keep it cool, I'm that dude
Didn't even finish school
I'm legit, I'm the shit 100k on my wrist
I ain't pressed never stressed, man I never been test
Bitch I hop out the whip ho I'm always best dressed
It's Le Kid mothafucka do you really gotta prollem?
Got them callin' me the devil cause I'm always wearing Prada
Quien es un puto, man you hoes scaring nada
Got these hoes on my dick, like a motherfucking condom
I'm dogging out these hoes, they belong in a pound
Keep on barking hot shit, imma have to put 'em down
Got Rah in the cut, in the wound, with da crown
Ohhhh they don't want smoke, they do coke now
I'm that kid, I'm the motherfucking shit
You'll never tell me shit when you looking like a bitch
I got pics on my wall that can pay ya whole rent
I'm around with the money
I'm a fuckin' walking lick
Nickname me Rick cause i'm Owen niggas hits
I'm legit i'm the shit, man them tricks been for kids
I ain't pressed never stressed, man I always play chess
ITS L E K... man you hoes the rest
I'm too Rah, first place, gift wrap me like I'm Bowen
Please don't challenge me, I promise that you won't win
Real rich shit, got my wrist just soakin'
Karate Kickin Karat's all white like I'm cloaking
This not a meet and greet, you hoes can not compete with me
Ya fake ass clothes match ya fake ass jewelry
I am the top pick, model nigga take a pic
Even my shadow look rich, i'm what the fuck Rick should be
How you hating on lil ole me
The way I stay up on ya mind, they should call me the dream
The way they book all my time, a nigga can't even pee
If I'm in sitting in the building you know they paid me a fee
Real rich nigga shit what the fuck you feeling like
These hoes they dior me, got em praying, you a Christian right
These bitches on my body, knock 'em off, like I'm Mike Ty
Le Kid and Rah making these hoes lose they mind
I'm the shit, he the Kid
You can't really tell us shit
When I pull up with the stick
If it's up then it's stuck, and I don't give a fuck
We around with the crown, these hoes do it for clout
Keep it cool, we the truth
Man I ball like I hoop
I'm legit, too damn rich, so much bands to be spent
I ain't press, never stress, over a bitch I done left
Cause I drop em off quick, then I go to the next
Y'all know the motherfuckin' vibes, stop playing
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Writer(s): Le Kid
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