LBS Kee'vin

John Doe

LBS Kee'vin


I don't like em petite, baby you gotta eat
but I do like to fuck on the models
Leave that shit in the street, if you reachin' I teachin'
if he bluffin' we touch yo Imma fuck her for free
Imma dive in the sea
Why this niggas be playin' the condo?
Put uh price on his head, I give you the bread
Fuck his name we gon' change it to Jhon Doe

Leave him dead, yhea yhea
I want his head, yhea (Yhea)
Pick eh bet, the pistol mechanical, fill it with lead yhea (yhea)
Leave em dead, yhea yhea
I want his head, yhea (Yhea)
Pick eh bet, the pistol mechanical, fill it with lead yhea (yhea)

Gaveah numba to me nd' I texted to see
if she tryina to come fuck in the condo
I've been ballin' fo' real in the system
my niggas been callin' me Lbs Rondo
Im the sickest lil nigga, was born as a dealer
my grandma, nd' even my mom though
They created a plan, no im not a skater, but thats who I grind fo'
My tv Vs nd' my belt got the rind stones
Call that bitch over because I need my mind blown
I make her blow the whole team like uh trombone
*Whistles*
I can do this shit with uh blind fold
Imma paper chaser, baby wonder how im flexxin', don't go to the gym
Duckin' on uh bitch she good at takin' at dick
I do this shit up on er rim, ugh
Them Lbs niggas worth alot of figures, I promise you not one of them
If uh nigga reachin' for my chain- he gon' need another limb
(Waa)
Back to the basics, trappin' out uh vacant
that talk nd' we switchin' locations
(Lets go)
My mouth is sealed, I rip uh affidavit
on god I ain't givin' no statements
(Shh)
It took me three minutes to get her naked
this dick like uh blunt nd' she face
*Whistles*
Imma be real to the day I get sick
give uh fuck bout how much im makin'
(Im making, im makin', im makin')
Jhon Doe
Jhon Doe
Jhon Doe

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