Kitana

By Y2

On Prophecy2

Released on December 29, 2020

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Wasn't nervous I was peaking feel like Dante

Bitches always got a reason I was skeamin' on em all day

Told my Yella hold the can for me then popped a Yerba Matte

I was parked whip zip lit up chest like Tony Starks mane

Oo

Still on they head like shampoo

Muddy no bottles in booth

Ain't on my level why stoop

Fuck her then share her like Swoops

Two can games peep the coupe

That ain't no drip that's a Droop

Huh bitch what's that shit you just said?

Still on my dick ain't choo done yet?

That broke shit goin' in one ear

Pay me or I think we done here

Pull up in Scorpion come here

Choppa Kitana who want it?

Hit wit that tha-tha-tha-thrukin

Hammer didn't come wit no tool kit

Stay in that pussy like douches

Beat it then throw her the deuces

Momma

On my momma

On my momma

On my momma

Momma

On my momma

On my momma

On my momma

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Fuck is you telling me I know you smelling me

Dior sprayed on my pajamas

Royal like Heinous every time I ride

At least one queen on me thick as Taja

You are no Jadebug why is you bugging

Unless you go down like La Bamba

You should admire me I'm the new Marshall in town

Like Amari a monster

And Ami

Edamame

I'm goin' dummy

Like Ricky Bobby

Who's ya daddy?

I'm in ya belly

Rowland like Kelly

On yo head Sally's

Boy I got all the hoes

Check all of those

Portfolios

Cornholios

I'm in my fuckin' bag

Like dipping' Doritos

I'm still that nigga tho

Fuck did you think it was?

Nigga

Jumping out the gym think I reincarnated Vince

Whippin dat new bitch out wit her tits out in advance

Kick my feet up in that box still got Thai's when I land

Ask so fuckin' brand new really can't remember them

Don't count these by ones just hunnids, 50's, 20's, 10's

Driver do it for me FaceTime look momma no hands

I stay rocking coats cuz I was always in the Trench

I make shit look easy make it hard for you to win

Only 6 figures and up bitch make that shit make sense

Don't call me next year talk to my secretary then

I wake up to money I got tired of making friends

Luka drop that's 8 off top or it's off witcha head

Momma

On my momma

On my momma

On my momma

Momma

On my momma

On my momma

On my momma

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