Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Khaza, artist - KVNDate of issue: 28.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Khaza |
| Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at |
| Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked |
| Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps |
| Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap |
| I’m in the street wit' it, you really won’t be exact |
| Not a good gang member, the members’ll probably rat |
| I don’t trust many proficient at livin' that |
| I don’t love women, I hit, you could get her back |
| Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back |
| Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that? |
| You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I’m wit' all that |
| Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back |
| Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas' |
| Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what’s the knowledge? |
| Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college |
| Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me |
| If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it’s a problem |
| Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom |
| Gold mouth dog, self-made, I’m a grinder |
| Stack paper, hit your girl later, it’s a Friday |
| You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me |
| They say if I’m a risk, it’s detrimental to the profit |
| Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it |
| Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper |
| Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli |
| Bread Winners administration, I’m Luca Brasi |
| Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin' |
| Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins |
| 101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I’m on my island |
| Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there |
| Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain’t even there |
| Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there |
| That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there |
| Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead |
| Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead |
| Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house |
| I don’t go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out |
| Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause |
| Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy |
| Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material |
| What up with Big Tony, mafia material |
| Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview |
| My grandfather used to fuck wit' (-), I could get a few |
| Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube |
| Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin' |
| Y’all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to kill me |
| I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic |
| Balenciaga-rockin', but now it’s all Forces |
| Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches |
| I’m the real plug, but started out an enforcer |
| Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you |
| Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin |
| Me and mi carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee |
| We don’t get harassed by the badge where the warrant? |
| Never been a confidential witness, not informant |
| Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'? |
| I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear |
| You tall and you can’t dress, really, you annoyin' |
| Lil' mama better get wit' me before I’m out of range |
| Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game |
| Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that’s the only play |
| Five hundred mil turned out in the safe |
| Call Coca-Cola, they’ll tell you I don’t plays |
| Street game legend in the game, I’m a stepper |
| Stayed at the Polish last time we was together |
| Mazi take care of my kids when it’s up and then get messy |
| Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), bought the drop |
| The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga) |