IT'S KD - LET IT BURN (feat. Waleed Sawaf)

Slidin in a coupe (Slidin in a coupe)
Bitch wheres the roof (Bitch wheres the roof)
Body bussin baby (Body bussin baby)
Tell me what it do (Tell me what it do)
Riding round in a AMG with my name in this bitch
Thank god I'm blessed
Sliding so fast bitch you
Can't see like yo name Stevie
I make it easy like my boy KD (Uh)
All my bitches are
Freaky
Nasty
Naughty
Needy
They call me daddy their ass is fatty
None of these bitches can make me happy
Got tools in my hand like my name is manny
Feel trapped in a bubble like that bitch sandy
He think she love em
Ain't nun forever it was yo turn b now its my turn
Bird man
Gimme respect
Peanut butter seats
With them diamonds on my chest
Feeling like juice guess I'll never learn let it burn
Bitch let it burn
I don't gotta rap bout coming from the streets
Cuz that shit ain't me
I'm bout my cheddar cheese
If i eat we all eat
Except for yo bitch she can eat my meat
Money fallin that's all I need
Thick and green like my tree
I ain't JB but best believe
Mike Tyson bob and weave
Flourish like steez
We pushin we steppin in
Every direction knockin
Opps down double O7
Anyone that wants it gets sent up to heaven
Sent up to heaven aye
You know how we coming
Any think I want I'm copping
Nigga we popping
Fresh fit we rocking
Money shit we talking
Big Benz we shopping
In the studio all day we dropping ay
Rolex on my wrist shit bussin
15 grand on my hand nigga I'm flexing
Baddies on me, shit is a blessing
Business shit you know we addressing
Fuck depression nah we in heaven
Ah
Ah
Money maker money flexer
Niggas hating on me they put me in pressure
You know i love me some danger
They call me KD the trend setter
I'm like Nike
I show you how to do it then I give you a lecture
I'm on point I know what I'm doing
Way to smart to act like I'm stupid
Way to hot my bitch is cubic
Way to high to give excuses
Way to good to not do music
Way to fly to not be artistic
Ah
Nigga thats hot
I'm in a yacht
Giving your bitch back shot
While stacking up the money nonstop
Pop pop pop
Choppers on lock
We hitting your block
Middle fingers to the cops
Money i got a lot
Old days
I never forgot
Niggas on shock
Out here with the squad
Beamer I copped
Gucci I copped
Loui I copped
Rollie I got
Yeah nigga I'm on top
I been Steph curry with the shot
Couple racks on their face
Lil hoe just want a taste
I put my arms on her waist
Then I fuck her from the back
Damn her ass shakes
I told her I love her I lied to her face
Got what I want I dipped like a race
She can't keep up she's doing the chase
You know love is not my faith
Yea girl it's not just a phase

Written by:
Khaled Wahby, Waleed Sawaf

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