Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss Em Peace, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Kiss Em Peace |
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me |
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats |
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee |
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy |
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees |
'Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16 |
My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV |
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace |
I ain’t never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever) |
I ain’t never gon' punt, boy, I’ma score (Never ever) |
Been a boss nigga, I ain’t never do no chores |
And they already know I’m too sharp like swords |
Hit your block up with Berettas and more |
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s’more |
Yeah, they hate seein' me win, it hurt to the core |
Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel |
I ain’t comin' home tonight, don’t leave the light on |
Ain’t goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on |
I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes |
I know real don dadas and vatos |
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me |
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats |
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee |
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy |
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees |
'Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16 |
My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV |
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace |
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain’t the same |
Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane |
Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main |
I ain’t tryna tell you, ain’t tryna talk, I up the stain |
Might not matter to you but it matter to me |
Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree |
My lil' brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be |
She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth |
Quit droppin' roses on the casket, ain’t romantic |
But I ain’t go to DeVry, I don’t understand it |
I’m tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax |
First time my mama told me, «Boy, get manly"(Man up, nigga) |
Just bought my mama a house and it’s in my business name (Yeah) |
Soon as I cashed out, that’s when my credit came |
It’s hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang |
I told her, «Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same» |
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me |
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats |
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee |
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy |
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees |
'Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16 |
My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV |
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace |