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KayLauron - Literal Lyrics

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It's been a minute yea I'm back in the booth
I'm getting the spinach yea it's stuck in my tooth
Got cuz in the back he crashed out like bandicoot
I caught the neck made me swerve in the Bentley coupe
Onto the next you can keep all the feelings boo
Not bout a check then it's nothing we finna do
Got the good gas in my body like minerals
Other night down on my ass it was pitiful
Pussy boofin' the condition was critical
You further provin' why I had to get rid of you
I wouldn't do this but I had to keep bidding you
And this is no cap yea and I mean it literal
I'm telling, I'm telling you you I mean it literal
Don't tell em but I keep the bells in the living room
Don't tell em cus some of these niggas be federal
And I promise I'm meaning this literal
Yea, literal literal
Literal literal
Yea, literal
Literal literal yea, literal
Yea, literal
Literal literal yea, literal
Hey, literal
Literal literal yea, literal
Ain't tryna fuck I just want the medulla
But don't try your luck cus my bro is a shoota
Bouta roll up cus it's time for the boot up
Me and the guap yea we Ella Mai boo'd up
Can't trust a cop cus these niggas might shoot us
Can't trust a thot cus they just want my gouda
I drive a lot but I am not a Uber
I add it up like a fuckin' math tutor
Hella VV's, I hop in that pussy I know I'm knee deep
I'm workin' shit out no I don't need creatine, oh God
You need to believe me yea
I'm grindin', I don't watch tv
And watch for the snakes, cus they be greasy
Or push your shit back like your hairline receding
But I'm still gon run your fade
It's been a minute yea I'm back in the booth
I'm getting the spinach yea it's stuck in my tooth
Got cuz in the back he crashed out like bandicoot
I caught the neck made me swerve in the Bentley coupe
Onto the next you can keep all the feelings boo
Not bout a check then it's nothing we finna do
Got the good gas in my body like minerals
Other night down on my ass it was pitiful
Ain't tryna fuck I just want the medulla
But don't try your luck cus my bro is a shoota
Bouta roll up cus it's time for the boot up
Me and the guap yea we Ella Mai boo'd up
Can't trust a cop cus these niggas might shoot us
Can't trust a thot cus they just want my gouda
I drive a lot but I am not a Uber
I add it up like a fuckin' math tutor

It's been a minute yea I'm back in the booth
I'm getting the spinach yea it's stuck in my tooth
Got cuz in the back he crashed out like bandicoot
I caught the neck made me swerve in the Bentley coupe
Onto the next you can keep all the feelings boo
Not bout a check then it's nothing we finna do
Got the good gas in my body like minerals
Other night down on my ass it was pitiful
Pussy boofin' the condition was critical
You further provin' why I had to get rid of you
I wouldn't do this but I had to keep bidding you
And this is no cap yea and I mean it literal
I'm telling, I'm telling you you I mean it literal
Don't tell em but I keep the bells in the living room
Don't tell em cus some of these niggas be federal
And I promise I'm meaning this literal
Yea, literal literal
Literal literal
Yea, literal
Literal literal yea, literal
Yea, literal
Literal literal yea, literal
Hey, literal
Literal literal yea, literal
Ain't tryna fuck I just want the medulla
But don't try your luck cus my bro is a shoota
Bouta roll up cus it's time for the boot up
Me and the guap yea we Ella Mai boo'd up
Can't trust a cop cus these niggas might shoot us
Can't trust a thot cus they just want my gouda
I drive a lot but I am not a Uber
I add it up like a fuckin' math tutor
Hella VV's, I hop in that pussy I know I'm knee deep
I'm workin' shit out no I don't need creatine, oh God
You need to believe me yea
I'm grindin', I don't watch tv
And watch for the snakes, cus they be greasy
Or push your shit back like your hairline receding
But I'm still gon run your fade
It's been a minute yea I'm back in the booth
I'm getting the spinach yea it's stuck in my tooth
Got cuz in the back he crashed out like bandicoot
I caught the neck made me swerve in the Bentley coupe
Onto the next you can keep all the feelings boo
Not bout a check then it's nothing we finna do
Got the good gas in my body like minerals
Other night down on my ass it was pitiful
Ain't tryna fuck I just want the medulla
But don't try your luck cus my bro is a shoota
Bouta roll up cus it's time for the boot up
Me and the guap yea we Ella Mai boo'd up
Can't trust a cop cus these niggas might shoot us
Can't trust a thot cus they just want my gouda
I drive a lot but I am not a Uber
I add it up like a fuckin' math tutor

Writer(s): Kevin Randolph
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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