Dt$kii - Kim Possible (feat. W$BabyZay)

Made a way finna jump over these obstacles
Multiply digits that shit always probable
We confrontation that shit always solvable
You run with the rat like this shit is Kim Possible
Getting this bread I can feel it in my abdominal
Exploring her body I tell her abomino
Fucking these foreigns its feeling so tropical
Changing the game and I know I'm responsible (westside)

These niggas real lie
Lil bitch I been turnt up
Don't play with lil Zay get a bitch nigga burnt up
You ain't touching bread lil nigga get your work up
Shawty get to my spot, I tell that bitch pull her shirt up
Your pockets too skinny my shit built like bertha
Put my dick in her mouth tell that lil bitch to slurp up
Lil Skii and Lil Zay in this bitch keep a fye
He think about taking something he gone die
Off a perk with this stick make a fuck nigga fly
Y'all niggas so cap, y'all be living a lie
Beat her from the back and her pussy get gussy
Too smooth with this shit she gone give up the cookie
Za za in my lungs got me feeling real swooshie
How I get to the bread, I cant stress bout no hoe
Get the drop from lil bitch then I'm upping the pole
Niggas really be bitches can't beef on no post

Made a way finna jump over these obstacles
Multiply digits that shit always probable
We confrontation that shit always solvable
You run with the rat like this shit is Kim Possible
Getting this bread I can feel it in my abdominal
Exploring her body I tell her abomino
Fucking these foreigns its feeling so tropical
Changing the game and I know I'm responsible

Im tryna get rich while you looking for fame
I drip on a bitch nigga something like some rain
Corvette and Corvette nigga stay in your lane
She always go stupid while giving me brain
I see all the hate bitch I'm bring the pain
No dog left behind them niggas not tame
I nut on her face so she see how I came
I been in the picture you out of the frame
The know that hard, they ain't fuck with my sound now these hating ass they looking like clowns
Back in highschool they was cap with the gown now I'm getting big racks while they stay college bound
I putting shit on out the lost and the found, now I'm dripping on niggas they ready to drown
I'm wearing designers I can't even pronounce, and I'm spending some racks I don't care the amount

Made a way finna jump over these obstacles
Multiply digits that shit always probable
We confrontation that shit always solvable
You run with the rat like this shit is Kim Possible
Getting this bread I can feel it in my abdominal
Exploring her body I tell her abomino
Fucking these foreigns its feeling so tropical
Changing the game and I know I'm responsible

Written by:
Isaiah Smith, Kaya Drakeford

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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