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Hvn on Earth Karaoke

Kodak BlackLil Tecca

LyricsHvn on Earth

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I never had the time

to make a way

I only had the time

to make a play

I had to learn nobody

savin' me

If you gon' run it up

Then why wait

They see I got a lot up

in my plate

When you been workin'

It's not 'bout the faith

She on my phone and

what she 'bout to say

She let me know

Yeah nowadays I'm just

thinkin' 'bout a bag

Got '85 undercovers

on my ***

That ** she say

Yo 'cause I got money bags

The feds on my dope

'cause I got money stashed

Easy to get it

And not gon' make it last

You gon' turn on me

I'ma watch you crash

Don't give a ****

No one get a pass

Know if I said it

Yeah I meant it bad

You got it goin'

Hold up now

Say you wanna get high

Then roll up now

You say you not gon'

fold up now

She hit my line say

That's my that's my

I never showed them up

No love now

I can't say what's on my mind

Get dumbed down

Thinkin' too much

Then my mind get shut down

She hit my line say

Every time I see her

Shawty got on tights

Rain hit my wrist

Water turn to ice

What could I say

I'm just cut that way

If you play you lay

I'ma take your life

Killer so don't push me

I don't really care too much

for *****

I ain't cheat the grind

Know where it took me

You a stepper

What you want a cookie

It ain't no question

I put the bros before *******

In four seconds

Beamer go zero to sixty

Ain't no tellin' what do

I got on this glizzy

It's no hesitation

I get on this business

I've been two years

out the feds

And I still been gettin'

****** pluckered

Put a bounty on a ***** head

Told him that the quicker

picker upper

The AK made in Romania

Pourin' the drink by the

tablespoon

I feed a bad ***** baby food

They on my macadamias

Sprite spiked up

Thank ya

I'm in the suburbs

I'm servin' my neighbors

I don't got time to

respond to no haters

But I'm a kill all them

lil' ****** later I promise

I never had the time

to make a way

I only had the time

to make a play

I had to learn nobody

savin' me

If you gon' run it up

Then why wait

They see I got a lot up

in my plate

When you been workin'

It's not 'bout the faith

She on my phone and

what she 'bout to say

She let me know

She let me know

She let me know

Yeah that's drum stick

Pump rock

She like my vibe

Uh uh

Get it slide

Uh drum stick

Let's get it

Yeah wo oh

Rock rock slide

Let's get it

Uh uh

Wo oh

Uh let's get it

Uh let's get it

Composer
Bill K Kapri, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Benjamin Saint Fort
Lyrics
Bill K Kapri, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Benjamin Saint Fort
Publisher
Sony/atv Music Publishing Scandinavia Kb, Universal/mca Music Scand Ab