MR NiCE KAiS - BOHEMIAN RAPTURE.

Let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go
Ooh, MR NICE KAIS aint no nice guy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You don't know me, bitch, start the front lines
I don't wanna hit it, but I hit it one or twice
I don't keep on it, keep on it on the side
Try to talk, bitches, yeah, these bitches wanna lie
Wanna lie down and keep it live, keep it live, keep it live, keep it live
Roll around, roll around with my car
With the party in the store
With the party in the store, double stars
Y'all can dance in the stars
If you want it, then it's probably never gonna hit the stars
Hit it once with Tesla
Drop top on Besa
Favorite is favorite, I ain't never goin' lesser
Drop no more Besa
Drop top Melissa
Drop top Malina
She know I'm a Besa
For real, for real though
MR NICE KAIS aint no nice guy
Yeah, yeah, fuck a hundred bad bitches on the roof, yeah
I don't need nobody, keep my bodies on the tunes, yeah
Body count, fuck that bitch, give me more, yeah
Tired of tellin' all these fuckin' bitches im the one, yeah
Blue star, had a hundred bad bitches on cool blouse
Had a traumatic incident too fast
Had an all-nighter, didn't do a lot, livin' in nobody
On my ass, had to keep the money
On my ass, had to see Cheechos
On my ass, on everybody
On my ass, to everybody
Bout to get on my shit, tell me I'm a tit
Did a hundred bad bitches in my school
Then I hit a lick, then I fuck a bitch
Then I had a run, saw the dick
Now you let her rip, now I have a couple kids
I don't even know their names
I don't want ring ring
Runnin' round the town
With a hundred bad hoes rings
Fuck my shit, you're insane
I don't want my wrist rings
Bout my asshole, that I'm livin' on
Life is insane
Never got hoes
But I just drove
Now I'm on
Hundred bad hoes
Keep it goin
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
MR NICE KAIS aint no nice guy
Maybe it's supposed to be this way
Maybe hundred bitches is enough for not a ray
Maybe it's okay to go off in other ways
And race around like motherfuckers one day
Nigga, drive me down, you want me
See me, want me, lick karate waves
For my bitch, her mommy
And it's shawty like karate waves
Like her motherfuckers wanna ride
But doesn't ride it, it's a con artist
It's nothing else than a Ferrari
Bitch, I ain't never needed nobody
To be my body, better body
Keep my body on my thottie for the ride
It's on my body, fuck bodies
And it's shawty like karate waves
It's shawty or salami, I don't know
I keep a hobby
I fuck a hundred bitches on the weekend
Okay, that's a lie
Blueface would lie
Blueface would say that
But I'm not a blue and I'm not a gold race
And I'm rollin' a ray
Now I'm racin' around in L.A
Now I'm racin' around in L.A
Rob lovers blowin' up in L.A
I got a hundred bad hoes on the way
Now I'm out here just playin' with a game on a ray
N-A-V in L.A. with my Drake
Drake, Draco whoa
In the rain, in the rain
Outta L.A
You don't know, no, no, no
Give all your bad hoes on the way
She don't know me, no, no, no, no
Yeah
I need water, man
Stay hydrated and shit
Water bottle's empty so I gotta go fill that up
Go have fun
Fuck, tripped over

Written by:
Kais Alsamman

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