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BabySantana

Kite

 

Kite


Woah (Woah)
Bee (Woah)
T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah)
T-uh, t-uh, bee (Woah)
E-e-e-e-e, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah, uh)
The boys

Run in your crib and I do not get caught (Do not get caught)
She said I'm handsome, I get that a lot (Get that a lot)
Look at his face and you see a red dot (See the red dot)
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop (Mm-mm)
He keep on stealing my flow and it's fire (Yeah, yeah)
He want a feature? Well, he getting fined (Yeah, yeah)
She not giving neck so don't waste my time (Yeah, yeah)
Not playing with these niggas, I'm all in my prime (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't think about cuffing
Fake ID in the club like McLovin
I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling (Mm-mm)
We cannot fight, I got the strap like a dyke
He want the work, it's on sight
Bitch, I get high like a kite (Bitch, I get high like a kite, yeah)

Glock in my hand, it's a Palm Angel
I hit this ho in some Palm Angels
These niggas, they practice my son cadence
Said I'm dropping a tape, got 'em all waiting
These industry niggas be pump faking
Bitch, I'm in the hills and I'm sunbathing
Think he spiritual because he sun-gazing (Sun-gazing, yeah, woah)
I'm on the top floor up in N.Y
This ain't my first blunt, bitch, I been high (Bitch, I been high)
She took a Xan and she boot up
Grip in my hand while I shoot 'em
All of my niggas the rudest (Damn)
Bitch, I just hang with the cool kids (Yeah)
Told that lil' bitch I'm a cool kid (Cool kid)
I'm gon' shoot, give a fuck 'bout who you is (You is)
I'm up in L.A. with two bitches (Yeah, yeah)
I hit the walls and I pull out the riches
She suicidal how she slit wrists, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, I'm tryna touch the stars (I'm tryna touch 'em)
I'm tryna get high (I'm tryna get high)
Yeah, cannot get my dick hard (Yeah)
No, she can't get me up (No, she can't get me up)
For the game, she a whore (Whore)
For the game, she a slut

Run in your crib and I do not get caught
She said I'm handsome, I get that a lot
Look at his face and you see a red dot
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop
He keep on stealing my flow and it's fire
He want a feature? Well, he getting fined
She not giving neck so don't waste my time
Not playing with these niggas, I'm all in my prime
I'm in my bag, I ain't going for nothing
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't think about cuffing
Fake ID in the club like McLovin
I brought the Glock, I am not with the tussling
We cannot fight (Yeah), I got the strap like a dyke
He want the work, it's on sight (Sight)
Bitch, I get high like a kite (Kite)

done

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