Kenan Y Kel With Kap Lyrics | Kap G

She work at [?] and mans (Mans) , I'm fuckin' her
She call me zaddy
I swear lil' baby a savage like Randy
Pop her a Perc' and she still ain't landed (Landed)
That cat be tastin' too nasty (Nasty)
She wanna fuck but she classy (Classy)
Fuck her and fuck up her lashes (Lashes)
Shawty burned out, that's tragic (Tragic)

You know we ain't doin' no regular, schmegular, degular
I'm from a whole ‘nother nebula
I [?] like a editor
Lemonade in the competitor
If you want smoke, we can set it up
She got that lockjaw, dread it up
Still ain't met her individual fresh than us
Shawty ain't playin' no games, Sega Genesis
I had to took lil' bih from my nemesis

You only stay at the back of the club
Ain't throwin' ones, throwin' dubs
All these niggas like TLC
Bitches don't want no scrub
They like a nigga who fuck it good
And used to be the plug
You try to beat ‘em up
I'm tryna beat it up
I eat that pussy like jugs and pizza
These bitches be broke and be leeches
I love my bitches conceited
You don't ever, shit, I couldn't relieve it

Ice on my neck, I'm anaemic (Ice)
She swallow my sons, no Phoenix (Phoenix)
I'm stackin' that Kel, no Kenan (Racks)
I swear I gotta be dreamin' (Dreamin')

She work at [?] and mans (Mans) , I'm fuckin' her
She call me zaddy
I swear lil' baby a savage like Randy
Pop her a Perc' and she still ain't landed (Landed)
That cat be tastin' too nasty (Nasty)
She wanna fuck but she classy (Classy, woah)
Fuck her and fuck up her lashes (Uh, lashes)
Shawty burned out (Okay) , that's tragic (Tragic)
Let's go

Hit the club, make it rain for no reason
Take her back to the spot, fuck after she leavin' (No cap)
And the way I be stackin' my paper fat at the table
She callin' me greedy (Uh-huh)
But I went from a house to a home
From a bar to a O and I swear it weren't easy (For real)
No cap, in my rep, I be hustlin', owe him some money and I ain't talkin' 'bout Weezy (Young Money)
Uh, she bend that ass over, got bread like a toaster
I'm ridin' around in the Rover
Yeah, big teaser, stay with the T
She got that nacho, I keep that bitch loaded
All these diamonds, [?]
All these VVs and Cuban zirconias
She ride that dick like somebody stole it
I'm in the truck my myself, nigga dolie

Threw like five hundred inside the club
Ain't flexin' like I threw a dub (Racks)
These niggas just talkin' but really don't live it
And wonder why they get no love (It's Kap)
My bitch, she a wifey, no fragrance from YSL
No, I'm not talkin' 'bout Thug (Slatt)
They know I'm connected, I'm just like the socket
I'm talkin' ‘bout the motherfuckin' plug

She work at [?] and mans (Mans) , I'm fuckin' her
She call me zaddy
I swear lil' baby a savage like Randy
Pop her a Perc' and she still ain't landed (Landed)
That cat be tastin' too nasty (Nasty)
She wanna fuck but she classy (Classy)
Fuck her and fuck up her lashes (Lashes)
Shawty burned out, that's tragic (Tragic)