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ksübi jeAns (feat. Ehuncho) Video (MV)




Performed By: Romel The Artist
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Noah Benton-Long, Romel Bryant
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Romel The Artist - ksübi jeAns (feat. Ehuncho) Lyrics
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Cuban links been hitting lately
I'm on the f*ckin' roof 'cause all my niggas feelin' faded
And I ain't changin' who I am 'cause all these bitches hatin'
I ain't no Dr. Seuss, this ain't for no little babies
Can't be f*ckin' on no shorty that ain't drive me crazy
Trippin' off the red and blue pill, got me out the Matrix
Niggas fightin' over a bitch, that could never be me
Nigga, what the f*ck, nigga, that could never be me
Shorty blocked me then unblocked me 'cause she'll never leave me, huh
I'm the motherf*ckin' blueprint, y'all forever need me, huh
I'ma eat this f*ckin' shit up like whatever feed me, huh
I'ma beat this f*ckin' bitch up, I'm a f*ckin' demon now
When I'm makin' me no money, yeah, I'm f*ckin' tweakin', bruh
I can do whatever the f*ck I want with no reason, nah
F*ckin' swimmin' in the pool, shorty got me a water park
Rich playboy ass nigga with the iron, Tony Stark
16 years old, and I'm never new to this
Huh, don't play 'bout this game, I'm always true to this
Calm yo stupid ass down, just be cool, lil bih
Don't ever talk 'bout ya gun, you never shootin' shit
Got a whole net worth tucked in Ksubi jeans
Talkin' all that like shit, like what the f*ck you mean
I'm the f*ckin' king, like what the f*ck you mean
Noah, take the mic, like what the f*ck you mean
If you don't got a stick, then what the f*ck you got
Gotta pull out ARPs, Dracos, and f*ckin' Glocks, huh
If you talk down on my name, then I'ma f*ck yo thot, huh
Or I'll slide down on yo block and hit you with the chop, huh
Might just hit you in the leg and make you bunny hop, huh
But I beat up that lil' pussy, made her legs lock, huh
Feel like Glorilla, she talkin' 'bout some head top, huh
Feel like Fatso, bitch, I'm f*ckin' on a bougie thot, huh
This a classic, me and Mel gon' make a mil, watch, huh
I'm on rap shit, but y'all niggas act like f*ckin' bots
That boy on rat shit, he had snitched when he had seen the box
And when you seen me with your bitch, you said I know you lyin', huh
I f*cked that bitch until she creamed, and now you f*ckin' cryin', huh
When I'm stepping on these niggas, feel like a f*ckin' giant, huh
I got them racks, I count six figures, what the f*ck we buyin'
Huh, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this, I'm always grindin'
16 years old, and I'm never new to this
Huh, don't play 'bout this game, I'm always true to this
Calm yo stupid ass down, just be cool, lil bih
Don't ever talk 'bout ya gun, you never shootin' it, huh
Got a whole net worth tucked in Ksubi jeans
Talkin' all that like shit, like what the f*ck you mean
I'm the f*ckin' king, like what the f*ck you mean
Talkin' shit about me is f*ckin' blasphemy
Blasphemy, money is the task for me
I'm the f*ckin' chosen one, so y'all gon' make a path for me
I'm the f*ckin' golden son, so y'all momma might just ask for me
I just need me golden guns and two Blasians shakin' ass on me
Glock, glock, glock
Tucked in my Ksubi jeans
Or I got me purple jeans
This like a movie scene
My ex-bitch keep on callin' me
And sayin' she wantin' all of me
Like, bitch, you better swallow me
16 years old, and I'm never new to this
Huh, don't play 'bout this game, I'm always true to this
Calm yo stupid ass down, just be cool, lil bih
Don't ever talk 'bout ya gun, you never shootin' shit
Got a whole net worth tucked in Ksubi jeans
Talkin' all that like shit, like what the f*ck you mean
I'm the f*ckin' king, like what the f*ck you mean
Aw, what the f*ck you mean
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English

Cuban links been hitting lately
I'm on the f*ckin' roof 'cause all my niggas feelin' faded
And I ain't changin' who I am 'cause all these bitches hatin'
I ain't no Dr. Seuss, this ain't for no little babies
Can't be f*ckin' on no shorty that ain't drive me crazy
Trippin' off the red and blue pill, got me out the Matrix
Niggas fightin' over a bitch, that could never be me
Nigga, what the f*ck, nigga, that could never be me
Shorty blocked me then unblocked me 'cause she'll never leave me, huh
I'm the motherf*ckin' blueprint, y'all forever need me, huh
I'ma eat this f*ckin' shit up like whatever feed me, huh
I'ma beat this f*ckin' bitch up, I'm a f*ckin' demon now
When I'm makin' me no money, yeah, I'm f*ckin' tweakin', bruh
I can do whatever the f*ck I want with no reason, nah
F*ckin' swimmin' in the pool, shorty got me a water park
Rich playboy ass nigga with the iron, Tony Stark
16 years old, and I'm never new to this
Huh, don't play 'bout this game, I'm always true to this
Calm yo stupid ass down, just be cool, lil bih
Don't ever talk 'bout ya gun, you never shootin' shit
Got a whole net worth tucked in Ksubi jeans
Talkin' all that like shit, like what the f*ck you mean
I'm the f*ckin' king, like what the f*ck you mean
Noah, take the mic, like what the f*ck you mean
If you don't got a stick, then what the f*ck you got
Gotta pull out ARPs, Dracos, and f*ckin' Glocks, huh
If you talk down on my name, then I'ma f*ck yo thot, huh
Or I'll slide down on yo block and hit you with the chop, huh
Might just hit you in the leg and make you bunny hop, huh
But I beat up that lil' pussy, made her legs lock, huh
Feel like Glorilla, she talkin' 'bout some head top, huh
Feel like Fatso, bitch, I'm f*ckin' on a bougie thot, huh
This a classic, me and Mel gon' make a mil, watch, huh
I'm on rap shit, but y'all niggas act like f*ckin' bots
That boy on rat shit, he had snitched when he had seen the box
And when you seen me with your bitch, you said I know you lyin', huh
I f*cked that bitch until she creamed, and now you f*ckin' cryin', huh
When I'm stepping on these niggas, feel like a f*ckin' giant, huh
I got them racks, I count six figures, what the f*ck we buyin'
Huh, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this, I'm always grindin'
16 years old, and I'm never new to this
Huh, don't play 'bout this game, I'm always true to this
Calm yo stupid ass down, just be cool, lil bih
Don't ever talk 'bout ya gun, you never shootin' it, huh
Got a whole net worth tucked in Ksubi jeans
Talkin' all that like shit, like what the f*ck you mean
I'm the f*ckin' king, like what the f*ck you mean
Talkin' shit about me is f*ckin' blasphemy
Blasphemy, money is the task for me
I'm the f*ckin' chosen one, so y'all gon' make a path for me
I'm the f*ckin' golden son, so y'all momma might just ask for me
I just need me golden guns and two Blasians shakin' ass on me
Glock, glock, glock
Tucked in my Ksubi jeans
Or I got me purple jeans
This like a movie scene
My ex-bitch keep on callin' me
And sayin' she wantin' all of me
Like, bitch, you better swallow me
16 years old, and I'm never new to this
Huh, don't play 'bout this game, I'm always true to this
Calm yo stupid ass down, just be cool, lil bih
Don't ever talk 'bout ya gun, you never shootin' shit
Got a whole net worth tucked in Ksubi jeans
Talkin' all that like shit, like what the f*ck you mean
I'm the f*ckin' king, like what the f*ck you mean
Aw, what the f*ck you mean
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Writer: Noah Benton-Long, Romel Bryant
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