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Lyrics:
(A Hype verse 1)
I got them Khaki’s on, my gal she got them Taki’s on, the couch, I vouch for more spice, I got a pouch of pure advice, ice ya ego, we know that it, can get crazy, hazy addict, I’ve became, live wit’ shame, I strive to game the system prism. But what the rules are the same, no matter what data ya claim, fools spar over fame, ‘til we kill and ghouls, far from heart, let not depart the art, I’m playing in the shit I’m saying, cause I’m staying kid wit’ dreams, what happened already, did shit memes. On my rappin’ and steady I thread the needle still, my lead you’ll fill. Never, my endeavor is of its own, this shit’s blown. But hey, where they Taki’s go? There no way I lack these, bro! If you stole I Wack these Moles. Hammer slam ya soul, I got them Khaki’s goals.
(A Hype verse 2)
Woah! I got the Khaki’s full of pull. These gal’s coming at me, calls humming, that be. Lots of conversation, I gots it on PlayStation. I gots it on vacation. I gots it every nation. Endless duration, I send this text and then deflation. I fumble the bag, now do I crumble and sag? No way, yo ayy. I keep going wit’ Khaki’s, my deep flowing attract these. Music heads, my acoustic leads are from my tongue. I strung some BS we stress, and all y’all do find it fun. You wanna eat? Here’s a cracker, fiesta Zesta! After. I gonna beat this level, fuck Bowser, he a devil. Fuck Mouser, SMB2. We a browser that them see through. Read my thoughts, I got lots, of shit I bleed fo’. Such as much gas I fart. And fits that spits my art. Khaki’s they have my heart, Khaki’s they make me smart. Read mo’ to fill ya bubble, and don’t spill ya mind to trouble, I do find I’m kind when thinking, that’s why I say, FUCK DRINKING!
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap