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Kion Rose - Picture This lyrics

Artist: Kion Rose

album: Picture This


(Picture this) lil' old me getting racks like Nordstrom
Ain't nobody lemme in they ear, I forced 'em
(Idiot) and I'm bringing home more portions
Baby girl wanted the Cayenne, I Porsched 'em
(Little bitch) this is all part of the plot
Fuck your TikTok, can't you see the wristwatch
You don't wanna see me pissed off
We can play games, but I'm being Jigsaw
(Ay)
Coming to you live from equator
I never asked for a favor, can't tell me somebody greater
I needed me a new flavor, a bitch that's ready to cater
I tipped her after I weighed her, go get a waist trainer
I'ma be mayor of Decatur, although I ain't a debater
Between my flow and a random hoe, I can tell you the stranger
Momma whipped me with hangers, now I'm whippin' a Ranger
Bet you thinkin' you fly, but you couldn't be plainer
Bitch, I'm taking off like a Migo
I don't port backwards, I'm on G-O
All of this fire come with free smoke
'Boutta beat buns, hope they brioche
I can put a bad bitch in TO
If she sorry, drip her in some Dior
That shit make her wetter than a fjord
That donk was the key, no Eeyore
Boom, bow, back, to the days
The only gold I used to see was mac, with the cheese
Boom, bow, slap, in the face
I had to make a man outta me
Cops and robbers got a lot in common
Met in bondage and in there they bonded
Karma's comin', nigga I assure it
Black skin, nigga I adore it
Keep a big pump with me esketit
Bakery bank that bitch stay breaded
My big dogs growl haven't eaten in a while
That means my crew grr just like Freddy
Everything you wanna do, I did it
If we got beef, better hope I dead it
Carnivore pussy, she said we should meet, she a freak
And that kitty hungry, I fed it, ya
On my P's and Q's, ay
R-I-P to Juice, ay
I-D-K what to play with
Her feelings or 2k
Apologies, it's too late
Now we gon' slide like Toosie
You disappear like poof, ay
They bring you up like, "Who's he?"
Me, I'm a rap kid
Got eight legs in the air like arachnids
I have my cake, I'ma eat it too
I'ma fat kid, take advantage of the scraps
That they passed in too much passion to be passive
While they rela-
I passed 'em
I catch 'em outta action board clappin'
Take five then go back in, what's happenin'?
Just imagine the damage demanded by mad men
Mandem packed up and landed in madness
Has-beens can't stand the fact that we
Aristocratic, they display their dramatics
I've had it, can't stand it
Deploy military tactics, they panic
Dragged 'em to the damn dragons, den they done fasting
Now my people screamin' new anthems
No ghost pens on my breath
I write you wide left
Shy-I is up next
Like a marathon, you know what's next
My Stylist keeps me stylish, you style-less
Get lost just like a stylus
I'm the shit, this beats the toilet
Ya
Oh my gosh
Somebody ring the alarm
Please do not get misinformed
I am not of human form
Bitch, I knew it from the start
This would be your favorite part
Won't you open up your heart
Won't you open up your heart
And I'll take that

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