It's so crazy
Where the f*ck is my Kim K? (Beverly Hills)
Baddest bitch I've ever seen in my life (good baby)
Kept it OG on God
Kept it Bombay and Tehran
Kept it Don Wrath of Khan
007 Bond James Bond
To my American girls stay blonde
To my Arab women salaam
And to my Asian women Mulan
Got me going King Kong down in Hong Kong
Show in Brooklyn f*ck the 9-9
Booger sugar hit by my slime
Subway pregame feeling sublime
Postgame Joe's to dine and wine
I post up Gooch throws me the rock
Kick it to Ki he's next to Iraq
Bombs away that's 3 from Iran
Throwing up 3 with the right hand
Know she was running with the right man
'Cause the man been running a boy band
No strings attached like we NSYNC
Bye bye bye after we link
Got these gold links in my chest hair, shirt unbuttoned I'm half nude
Pep talks in the bathroom, she stayed over till past noon
Now it's late night, I just got that drunk text
Passing by those red lights but I can't pass a driving test
Passed out on the f*cking street
Time pass but don't time stop
Blood red no eye drops
You say that you're so broke, but got more stacks than an IHOP
I hop on hi hats this beat knocks
Gotta thank the producer though, oh that's right thanks to me
Shaking hands so thankfully
Kissing ass no kissing teeth
Don't forget I'm the 1 though, don't forget that I'm 2-3
She grab my pants and rip them off like I was in the f*cking NBA
She wanna keep it so hush hush, wanna keep it so NDA
She can't help but blush blush, she turned the shit to a Q and A
Can I taste your DNA, jeans go missing like CIA
Got Ki cooking our runaway
Got me acting like Kanye
Got one girl that I'm tryna date
Where the f*ck is my Kim K?
Man where the f*ck is my Kim K?
I been looking all damn day
My sex tape could win a VMA
I have business meetings with a f*cking mustache, baby if you must ask
She say I'm a have not, but that ass a must have
Backpack on my f*cking back
Whole team on my f*cking back
But I never complain though
Guess I'm just so used to that
Gotta rap how we used to rap
Wrap it up bitch I'm God's gift
My whip lame but I lane shift
Whiplash I break necks I got snares I got kicks
Like Drizzy up in the f*cking 6ix
We been tryna run the f*cking bay, taking off on our runway
Got Ki cooking our runaway
Got me acting like Kanye
Got one girl that I'm tryna date
Where the f*ck is my Kim K?
Man where the f*ck is my Kim K?
I been looking all damn day
My sex tape could win a VMA
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It's so crazy
Where the f*ck is my Kim K? (Beverly Hills)
Baddest bitch I've ever seen in my life (good baby)
Kept it OG on God
Kept it Bombay and Tehran
Kept it Don Wrath of Khan
007 Bond James Bond
To my American girls stay blonde
To my Arab women salaam
And to my Asian women Mulan
Got me going King Kong down in Hong Kong
Show in Brooklyn f*ck the 9-9
Booger sugar hit by my slime
Subway pregame feeling sublime
Postgame Joe's to dine and wine
I post up Gooch throws me the rock
Kick it to Ki he's next to Iraq
Bombs away that's 3 from Iran
Throwing up 3 with the right hand
Know she was running with the right man
'Cause the man been running a boy band
No strings attached like we NSYNC
Bye bye bye after we link
Got these gold links in my chest hair, shirt unbuttoned I'm half nude
Pep talks in the bathroom, she stayed over till past noon
Now it's late night, I just got that drunk text
Passing by those red lights but I can't pass a driving test
Passed out on the f*cking street
Time pass but don't time stop
Blood red no eye drops
You say that you're so broke, but got more stacks than an IHOP
I hop on hi hats this beat knocks
Gotta thank the producer though, oh that's right thanks to me
Shaking hands so thankfully
Kissing ass no kissing teeth
Don't forget I'm the 1 though, don't forget that I'm 2-3
She grab my pants and rip them off like I was in the f*cking NBA
She wanna keep it so hush hush, wanna keep it so NDA
She can't help but blush blush, she turned the shit to a Q and A
Can I taste your DNA, jeans go missing like CIA
Got Ki cooking our runaway
Got me acting like Kanye
Got one girl that I'm tryna date
Where the f*ck is my Kim K?
Man where the f*ck is my Kim K?
I been looking all damn day
My sex tape could win a VMA
I have business meetings with a f*cking mustache, baby if you must ask
She say I'm a have not, but that ass a must have
Backpack on my f*cking back
Whole team on my f*cking back
But I never complain though
Guess I'm just so used to that
Gotta rap how we used to rap
Wrap it up bitch I'm God's gift
My whip lame but I lane shift
Whiplash I break necks I got snares I got kicks
Like Drizzy up in the f*cking 6ix
We been tryna run the f*cking bay, taking off on our runway
Got Ki cooking our runaway
Got me acting like Kanye
Got one girl that I'm tryna date
Where the f*ck is my Kim K?
Man where the f*ck is my Kim K?
I been looking all damn day
My sex tape could win a VMA
Where the f*ck is my Kim K? (Beverly Hills)
Baddest bitch I've ever seen in my life (good baby)
Kept it OG on God
Kept it Bombay and Tehran
Kept it Don Wrath of Khan
007 Bond James Bond
To my American girls stay blonde
To my Arab women salaam
And to my Asian women Mulan
Got me going King Kong down in Hong Kong
Show in Brooklyn f*ck the 9-9
Booger sugar hit by my slime
Subway pregame feeling sublime
Postgame Joe's to dine and wine
I post up Gooch throws me the rock
Kick it to Ki he's next to Iraq
Bombs away that's 3 from Iran
Throwing up 3 with the right hand
Know she was running with the right man
'Cause the man been running a boy band
No strings attached like we NSYNC
Bye bye bye after we link
Got these gold links in my chest hair, shirt unbuttoned I'm half nude
Pep talks in the bathroom, she stayed over till past noon
Now it's late night, I just got that drunk text
Passing by those red lights but I can't pass a driving test
Passed out on the f*cking street
Time pass but don't time stop
Blood red no eye drops
You say that you're so broke, but got more stacks than an IHOP
I hop on hi hats this beat knocks
Gotta thank the producer though, oh that's right thanks to me
Shaking hands so thankfully
Kissing ass no kissing teeth
Don't forget I'm the 1 though, don't forget that I'm 2-3
She grab my pants and rip them off like I was in the f*cking NBA
She wanna keep it so hush hush, wanna keep it so NDA
She can't help but blush blush, she turned the shit to a Q and A
Can I taste your DNA, jeans go missing like CIA
Got Ki cooking our runaway
Got me acting like Kanye
Got one girl that I'm tryna date
Where the f*ck is my Kim K?
Man where the f*ck is my Kim K?
I been looking all damn day
My sex tape could win a VMA
I have business meetings with a f*cking mustache, baby if you must ask
She say I'm a have not, but that ass a must have
Backpack on my f*cking back
Whole team on my f*cking back
But I never complain though
Guess I'm just so used to that
Gotta rap how we used to rap
Wrap it up bitch I'm God's gift
My whip lame but I lane shift
Whiplash I break necks I got snares I got kicks
Like Drizzy up in the f*cking 6ix
We been tryna run the f*cking bay, taking off on our runway
Got Ki cooking our runaway
Got me acting like Kanye
Got one girl that I'm tryna date
Where the f*ck is my Kim K?
Man where the f*ck is my Kim K?
I been looking all damn day
My sex tape could win a VMA
Writer: Keon Fazeli, Nishad Mysore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid