Mike Dimes and Dro Kenji - KISS N' TELL

Broke her heart, don't regret it, uh
Yeah, I love that weed but if I smoke I might catch feelings, uh
Partner move that work, you show your work he might just steal it, uh
Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon
Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'?

To them bitches
I was focused on riches, tryna get a percentage
I'm tryna eat, ballin' with all of my niggas
I be itchin' for weeks, just for the bag, nigga, I'm tryna get richer
She a bag, tryna get witcha
Poppin' tags with all of my niggas, so what that mean?
I sit back and roll my weed, while I'm chillin' with my team
Don't play with that boy, he is not like he
Came a long way from them ki's, I went from mucho dinero to fetti
Fuck that bitch and then I leave, say, "Mike ain't shit," but you still let me
What you frontin' for? Ask a young nigga what he stuntin' for
Niggas be askin' for problems, I'm askin' for commas, you ain't like this, bro
Came a long way from my old ways but I still fuck a bitch and go away
You say I ain't shit, but promise, if you let me hit then you just a throwaway
So tell me what that mean

I broke her heart, don't regret it, uh (nah)
Yeah, I love that weed but if I smoke I might catch feelings, uh
(I might catch feelings, uh)
Partner move that work, you show your work he might just steal it (steal it)
Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon
Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'? (Oh, oh)

I put extra in this blunt so I can feel it
I would give my word to you but I just don't know who you tellin'
I'm like, "Fuck it, I can toss my feelings, throw 'em in a grave"
I'm like, "Fuck these people, they don't know me," hey, hey, hey, hey
Smoke 'til I can't breathe, shawty hate when I drink lean
But fuck it, this ho don't know anything 'cause lil' Dro gon' be geeked
She like, "Hey," she a fan, she said, "Kenji be so clean"
And I love my money more than anything (love my money more than anything)
I bet that ho would put these diamonds over any other bling
I know that ho ain't mine, but right now she gon' beef for me and gang
I called up Kenji and he said the same thing

I broke her heart, don't regret it, uh (nah)
Yeah, I love that weed but if I smoke I might catch feelings, uh
(I might catch feelings, uh)
Partner move that work, you show your work he might just steal it (steal it)
Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon
Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'?

Written by:
Danny Jerome Jenrette, Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa, Michael Goode Jr.

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