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Artiste : Young Thug
Titre : Kiss Em Peace
(YoungBoyBrown, on my kid)

[Lil Keed]
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats

Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
´Cause I´m in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I´m on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

[Lil Keed]
I ain´t never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever)
I ain´t never gon´ punt, boy, I´ma score (Never ever)
Been a boss nigga, I ain´t never do no chores
And they already know I´m too sharp like swords
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s´more

Yeah, they hate seein´ me win, it hurt to the core
Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
I ain´t comin´ home tonight, don´t leave the light on
Ain´t goin´ for nothin´, find another nigga to plot on
I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes
I know real don dadas and vatos

[Lil Keed]
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees

´Cause I´m in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I´m on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

[Young Thug]
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain´t the same
Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane
Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main
I ain´t tryna tell you, ain´t tryna talk, I up the stain
Might not matter to you but it matter to me
Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree
My lil´ brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be
She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
Quit droppin´ roses on the casket, ain´t romantic

But I ain´t go to DeVry, I don´t understand it
I´m tired of fightin´ my problems with Xanax
First time my mama told me, "Boy, get manly" (Man up, nigga)
Just bought my mama a house and it´s in my business name (Yeah)
Soon as I cashed out, that´s when my credit came
It´s hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang
I told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same"

[Lil Keed]
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy

And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
´Cause I´m in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I´m on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace