Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kehlani, artist - Thouxanbanfauni. Date of issue: 30.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kehlani |
| My bitch bad Kehlani |
| Yellow bone like Imani |
| Bitch your boyfriend don’t even try me |
| My shooter, my shooter, Jelani |
| I’m on my last pill |
| Plug out of town still |
| Locked in that stu' for real |
| Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal |
| My bitches be fake friends |
| Fauni keep tabs on the kid |
| I don’t try to understand |
| They can’t even make sense of that shit |
| Spun out 'round the juice on my shirt, need a magic marker |
| AMGs to the Bimmer truck, black German armor |
| Chevy Camaro 2.0 liter, turbocharger |
| Four-cylinder engine, rev it up, rev it up, go a lil' harder |
| These niggas forgot who helped em' out when they was down bad |
| At least y’all show true colors, crusty, crusty crabs |
| Gangbanging niggas need to throw in the towel |
| Switching up, switching up flags |
| These broke ass niggas afraid to fight |
| Ruger sit on my lap |
| Chicago, Atlanta and Chatt' |
| mailing in vacuum bags |
| Forty-five for exotic |
| Tax fifteen 'cause you ain’t gon' find it |
| You ain’t even my partner |
| Got gang tailing your whip, finna rob you |
| Not impressed by no Jesus piece |
| Don’t get that, need to boss up |
| Folks come around, we hit in a gym |
| scheming, I seen your plot |
| Shawty too sleep, shawty a sheep |
| that’s worse than being a thot |
| If I’m scaring hoes with my thoughts, she better off being a bot |
| Shawty too sleep, she a sheep |
| that’s worse than being a nasty thot |
| Full speed ahead, GPS taking us to ascension |
| I pilot this spaceship on shrooms |
| Buckle up, we hitting another dimension |
| G Wagon, shock-absorbing |
| G 550, feel suspension |
| Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley |
| Coming in hot with fierce intention |
| Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley |
| Coming in hot with fierce intention |
| Coming in hot with fierce intention |
| Coming in hot with fierce intention |
| My bitch bad Kehlani |
| Yellow bone like Imani |
| Bitch your boyfriend don’t even try me |
| My shooter, my shooter, Jelani |
| I’m on my last pill |
| Plug out of town still |
| Locked in that stu' for real |
| Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal |
| My bitches be fake friends |
| Fauni keep tabs on the kid |
| I don’t try to understand |
| They can’t even make sense of that shit |
| Spun out 'round the juice on my shirt, need a magic marker |
| AMGs to the Bimmer truck, black German armor |