Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kenan & Kel, artist - Nef The Pharaoh.
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kenan & Kel |
Let a nigga touch me and we gon' break his jaw |
I met your bitch got off the phone and dropped right in her drawers |
VVS no not one flaw |
Old cooked ass nigga you are not raw |
And I ain’t talkin' 'bout the can when I say Airsoft |
Head shot let’s see that nigga try to walk it off |
Fuck rap F&M makin' hip hop |
I got a hundred on whoever you can get dropped |
Are you a shooter and a boss? |
You niggas swear to God |
I was taught to play my part I’m really in the mob |
I feel like when he was choppin' out that black Saab |
Two-two-threes had 'em like «Whoa» I think I’m Black Rob |
You don’t appreciate the artist, if you don’t like Nas |
Hit him in his left eye like I’m T-Boz |
On the race for that cake like a cheetah |
Vicious racks in my jeans and a Visa |
Who like orange soda? |
Neffy do |
I just wanna bust a bag with you |
Diamonds dancin' changin' colors ooh! |
Bitch I’m rich, I’m only twenty-two |
And I slide to the neck 'cause these niggas’ll tell |
For the 90's, we was off Kenan and Kel |
Your bitch grimy, I put her on a track in the |
Now it’s an all-time high on cock I raise sales |
Who you niggas think you foolin' with them little choppers |
top make a bitch say «ah we real ones» |
I used to watch PJ’s, projects, daddy whippin' that Pyrex |
Beanie flipped up on the plane, that’s a high hat |
You workin' at the airport, but you ain’t fly yet |
Wherever you reach for my chains, that’s where you die at |
I got a snake for a pet but I don’t buy rats |
You call the FBI and tell 'em where your guys at |
Off that and I’m faded off good |
If I put down my mic, I’ma whoop ass |
I get booked out in London and Paris |
You do shows for the free I’m embarrassed |
Ooh, broke ass wonder where your work be at? |
Got my paper diagnosed I got a healthy check |
You could get Nick with this cannon, wildin' out on camera |
Fuck nigga think he all that he can’t handle it |
You are now tuned in to the live vibes of Chang Chang |
The XB got a green light |
HK with a flashlight |
I know these niggas wanna live my life |
These pussy niggas be on |
Switch it up Chang |
Get back, I’m trappin' where I’m chilln' at |
Hit her with that all gold rubber she think I’m Trinidad |
Beast mode Marshawn Lynch, baby I’m still a sav |
You undeveloped mothafucka smell like Similac |
I bought a brand new foreign, tore that bitch up |
Drop low and give me head, it’s a stick up |
I put a bun on a Drac' he no cinnamon |
You know we gonna run a train if my niggas come |
Hey Pooh, why these boys actin' funny? |
He said «niggas is gonna talk Nef, just get money» |
My dog, ride around my city like I’m top dog |
Slide down your block and drop 30 like I’m John Walsh |
Shout out to my niggas wearin' |
this bitch don’t trick and that shit grows |
All this jewelry on my body is a glow show |
We was in movies you and your niggas play the broke roles |
It’s Chang Chang |
We are all the Chang |
See the Chang is the world, the world is Chang |
Stay alive for more good vibes |
Hear ye, hear ye |
Chang |