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Verse 1
(G major) That's K .L .A. man,
so I'm gon' eat it like some (A major) cake,
nigga
There was nothing I (G major) could conceive
I just went do -o -o
-o -o -o -o -o for me (E minor)
That's (G major) K .L .A.
That's K .L .A. make that track
Revealed inside of me
Ay, ay, ay
There I could conceive
I just went do -o for me
(E minor) Revealed inside (G major) of (E minor) (G major) me
There was nothing I could conceive
I just went do -o -o -o -o for me
(E major) (E minor) (G major) (E minor)
Ayy, (G major) first off, (A major) baby know that I'm the shit
(G major) But she know that I ain't shit,
hotbox (B flat major) behind ten
Two clock (G major) s pull me up,
some dime, dime, bitch I rip
Baby tryna kill my high,
she always callin' bout a bitch
What about that one time
(B flat major) I heard about you doin' dick (G major) s?
Don't hit my line,
now the tables turned around
(B flat major) and now you sick (B minor)
New bitch (G major) on better shit,
I'ma give her better dick
Came a long way from that bucket,
now I'm slidin' better whips
Nigga, all I talk is facts, nigga,
now I talk racks
These niggas fallin' for the cheese,
(B flat major) in other words, they talk rap
(G major) All these niggas do is caps,
switch on that dawg for some cap
I ain't coughin' cause of COVID,
bitch, I'm coughin' on the stacks
Baby, aren't you when I poke it,
got me tryna break her back
Baby, let me meet your mama,
just don't (B flat major) tell her that I rap
(G major) Foreign bitch,
so I pull up foreign whip just to match
Foreign bitch,
so I pull up foreign whip just to match
First off, baby know that I'm the shit
But she know that I ain't shit,
(B minor) hotbox (G major) behind ten
Two clocks pull me (B minor) up,
some dime -dime, (G major) bitch, I'm ripped
Baby tryna kill my high,
she always callin' by the bitch
Two (B flat major) clocks pull me up (G major) ,
some dime -dime, bae, I'm great
Other bitches in my face,
only want me for my cake
(B flat major) If I (G major) keep this shit a hunnid,
would you change anyway?
Down bad on my ass
and tell me I'm all in the way
That's why I be out the way,
tryna make a better way
Black Pep (B flat major) pers on my way,
still havin' dreams of this rave
I'm in the (G major) booth workin',
I been in the stew all day
And if they trippin', baby, for you,
get a jump and broad day
What the fuck did y 'all say?
(B flat major) Bands for this mixtape,
(G major) bands for a quick A
(B flat major) He wanna put on,
this nigga can sell (G major) like 6A
You lookin' for a trick, bitch,
you better bust like six days
Better bust like six days
Baby, baby said she (B flat major) love me,
never say it to my (G major) face
She told me (B flat major) I'd be always workin',
never got no time to (G major) play
Baby, I got time to play
when I wear CDG and bake
Matter fact, unlock the door,
I'm finna slide like I skate
First off, baby know that I'm the shit
But she know that I ain't shit
Hotbox behind ten, two clocks
Pull me up, some dime, dime,
bitch, I'm ripped
Baby tryna kill my high,
she always callin' by the bitch
Circumstances
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