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Yung K - Henny lyrics

Artist: Yung K

album: Revenge


Keepin' that fire, tight on my waist
Gotta stay strapped, I don't fuck with the fakes
Straight out the trap, stuck in my ways
Don't fuck with me, get the fuck out my face
In they feelings 'cause they listen to Drake
All of these dudes wanna skeet on ya face
Cops on the scene and they see splattered brains
You don't like me you just wanted the fame
Now you in court and you pleadin' insane
Law only gave you 365 days
Don't give a fuck 'bout what these bitches sayin'
Smokin' that chronic it's keepin' sane
Bitches be out of mind givin' me brain
I'm rockin' Calvin Klein, you wearin' Haines
Bullets like Valentine, this shit's a game
Lucid dreams all the time, girls are the same
I don't like feelin' this shit that I'm feelin'
I don't got no waves but you know I'm still spinnin'
You bitches still losin' and I'm always winnin'
I'm stackin' my money I count every penny
You stand on yo bread and you still lookin' mini
I can't even count all this money I'm spending
I got all this prada, that gucci, that fendi
That bitch top me off then she pour up some Henny
Keepin' that fire, tight on my waist
Gotta stay strapped, I don't fuck with the fakes
Straight out the trap, stuck in my ways
Don't fuck with me, get the fuck out my face
In they feelings 'cause they listen to Drake
All of these dudes wanna skeet on ya face
Cops on the scene and they see splattered brains
You don't like me you just wanted the fame
All of this bullshit, you gotta dissect
Trappers and rappers, y'all really elect
My shitty past, I just have to reflect
Choppas and bullets, I keep on a vest
No pills will work to relieve all the stress
Half of you rappers leave me unimpressed
Fuck with my set and I'm keepin' a TEC
Killin' the game but bitch I ain't no vet
Pull up on yo bitch like 21 Savage
Ice on my wrist and I got a new patek
Fuck on yo bitch swear that hoe is an addict
Never heard this before this shit a classic
Car got no keys but I swear it's not Autumn
If they ain't bad bitches then I don't want em'
You bitches say I don't get em' I got em'
Cop some new ice and I'm flexin' all on em
Keepin' that fire, tight on my waist
Gotta stay strapped, I don't fuck with the fakes
Straight out the trap, stuck in my ways
Don't fuck with me, get the fuck out my face
In they feelings 'cause they listen to Drake
All of these dudes wanna skeet on ya face
Cops on the scene and they see splattered brains
You don't like me you just wanted the fame

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