Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kam and Kauri, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kam and Kauri |
| I trust my dog with my life, know he gon' guard it for me, huh |
| I trust my dog with my life, know he gon' guard it for me, huh |
| Hmm, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, huh |
| I ain’t gotta watch my back never |
| If he right here, he gon' watch it for me, huh |
| I ain’t gotta watch my back never |
| If he right here, he know he got it for me, huh |
| If he right here, know he got it for me, huh |
| If he right here, know he got it for, hmm |
| Know my brother got my back and I got his, hmm |
| Back to back off the back, nigga, watch this |
| Back to back, stretch cocked, we the Glock twins |
| FK got my back and I got his |
| You niggas only be outside on the weekends |
| I be outside all night to next evening |
| We been lookin' for the opps to the weekend |
| We got money on the floor, bitch, we leavin' |
| Scoop the backend, turn around, bitch, here we bome |
| Hoopin' on the 'net only time niggas seen me run |
| Oop the frontend to us, nigga, here we come |
| We ain’t jump in that real bag, we just havin' fun |
| Skilla brothers my brothers, tell him call Flare |
| His opps my opps, and my opps is his, uh |
| We’ll fuck the party up if you all there |
| We gon' set the roof on fire if dog there |
| Got a bankroll fresh off the snow, man, it’s all there |
| Yeah, I’m the type, you pull up on me, you gon' see your broad there |
| Move 'bows, sell dog, Baby Cuddo do fraud there |
| FK got the drop on the opps, we was all there |
| I was already sick in the head 'fore this virus hit |
| Hmm, I been sick of all this bitch-ass shit |
| All these bitch-ass niggas, all these bitch-ass bitches |
| Hit an opp bitch, took a smoke break, and dipped back in |
| Had enough of this ho nigga talk, nigga, this my limit |
| Pop a Perc', beat his ass like I’m Popeye, this my spinach |
| I be trippin' on my block like Dennis the Menace |
| Close the blind on my neighbors, mind my business |
| Cut the radio up, heard the K on it |
| Huh, off Perkies, off drank, know I stay on it, huh |
| Sip my lean like coffee, but it ain’t no Java |
| I don’t want Wedding Cake, bring me that Guava |
| Nigga say he big squad, he must know Sada |
| Hmm, nigga say he Big Ape, he must know Ron |
| How you Fast Money, and you don’t even be with the don? |
| How dog say he from the 10, don’t know Cameron? |
| I done made so many blues with the Red Whoop |
| Huh, no cap, made ten about ten times |
| I’ll leave that boy shitty like Stan and Tron |
| In school, I was TRD to that scantron |
| If FK see red, get your head blue |
| Huh, I’ll bring this shit back like the hands of time |
| Trap got a trap out in Akron, the land of 'Bron |
| Skilla got Mamba Mentality, snake your slime |
| Bhopstick clap loud as hell, it’ll wake up Juan |
| Bhopstick’ll knock down a frat, it’ll break they line |
| Fracture your brain, break your mind |
| Hate that swine, they ain’t my kind |
| This shit crack, make fiends breakdance to it |
| Hmm, make your bitch shake her ass to it |
| Hate that slime, it ain’t my kind |
| Hate that slime, it ain’t my kind |
| Duh, huh, huh, huh |
| Huh, huh, huh, huh |
| Huh, hate that swine, it ain’t my kind |
| Hate that slime, it ain’t my kind |
| Hate that slime, it ain’t my kind |
| Hate that swine, it ain’t my, uh |