Kyle Richh - BENT (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kyle Richh - BENT (en) Lyrics
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Damn, I gotta relax
New opp, he got put in my gas
Like, it's a body if
I kick it to Krash
Fuck, I think the D's on my
Switch-Switch it in sport,
if the D's on my ass
Body shot like Kim Kardash-
These niggas fast, they run like Flash
Pass it to Steve, he gon'
'oot it like Nash
On his body, don't let him get low
Yo Touch, this shit a float
Too many deads, I don't
know what to roll
Keep a G, 'cause I don't wanna go
Pin it down, thumb tack
Tried to get low, told bro come back
They don't shoot but
they all run track
Run up on me, bet he won't run back
Hennessy got me bent, bitch,
when is we fuckin' again?
Like, if the pussy is good I'ma spend
But fuck it, could kick it to Jenn
She a thootie, can tell by the
walk (Tell by the walk)
Sip Wock', can't even talk
(Can't even talk)
I can't help it, I stay in
the stores (What? Damn)
Bitch-Bitch, I be totin' in Christian
Dior (It's Carter, dickhead)
Like what, Jah pass the stick (What?)
Fuck, D's on my hip (D's on my hip)
Call up SV, tell him speed up
the whip (Speed up the whip)
It's okay, they can't see through
the tint (See through the tint)
Yo, Star, why the fuck is he
eyein'? (Like, damn-damn)
P-PSTD from the sound of the
sirens (Graah, graah)
Hmph, think he on timin'?
(Like, what?)
Bullets is spreadin' like it was
a virus (It was a virus)
Bitch, I be totin' in Christian
Dior (It's Carter, dickhead)
Like, I just met her she told
me she love me (Love me)
Like, she just want money
and dick (On bro)
We in the spot told her give me a kiss
I could taste all the Casamigos
on her lips (Get back, bitch)
And if she a ten, I let her
hold my knocker (Knocker)
Ni-Nine shots in this
gun, Ibaka (Ibaka)
Shh, Shh! Don't know who
shot 'em (Shot 'em)
Tryna shoot on this court I bet
Mdotty block 'em (Bitch)
I'm in the spot with the
Crippys (With Crippys)
Like, I'm in the spot and
I'm grippy (Grippy)
Like, please don't eye
me in this party
Always feel safe when I
know Star be with me
Like, off the Wocky, I'm drippy
Like, off the D'usse, l'm
litty (Litty, bitch)
I'm tryna party with all the dooties
I got my face like all up
in her titties, damn
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