Letra de Double the Trouble - Kenzo B

(Feat. Kenzo B)

You know Borleone shot this shit

Boom

Graah

Bow Bow

It's Miyaa baby

Suck my dick

Like, top 2 and I'm not 2, bitch

Every opp fuckin' shot (Graah)

Kenzo B

And they can't say my name 'cause they don't wanna get up wit' me

Bitches know they can't let up wit' me

I'ma slide everytime, bitches never outside

So, w-w-why the fuck is they chattin'?

Don't gotta say it, we all know who rattin'

Old girl pussy, don't know why she actin'

Bitches could link all they want

Told bitches line it up, 'cuz on bro they is not with the action, like

W-w-where I start? Shani pussy, don't know where the fuck she got all of this heart

Miah been duckin' for months, can't come outside after five of them videos suckin' me up

Murda what? Mu-Murda shot

That bitch a cap, she ain't come to my block

Three big dummies just givin' me top

And they suckin' so much, get to wipin' they snot, like

I can tell they ain't on what I'm on

I-I-I-I-I can tell they don't really perform

Talk-talkin' on bro, I bet blood gettin' drawn

And I'm clickin' on bitches 'til they can't respond

I don't gotta act up for the 'net

And I really don't gotta act bad for the clout

How-how-how we got beef and they don't wanna meet?

So why the fuck them bitches keep runnin' they mouth

I'm wit' Barmen, y'all know she gon' get up on 'em, I can't tell my demon not to shoot

Like, I can't make this shit up, all these bitches is soft when we see 'em, but tough in the booth

Bit-bit-bitches is worried 'bout me but goin' out sad

They don't wanna keep it in the streets

How they dissin' the gang and the side bitches jackin' been goin' out bad

T-Te-Tell me that it's lit them bitches not my opps, they on DOA dick, graah

I'm a front street bitch tryna show niggas I ain't your regular bitch

Walk down gang, how the fuck could I miss?

Me and Miyaa stay smokin' dead opps out the zip

Bitches talkin' hot, but they never did shit

And them bitches is popped, me and my all bitches gettin' rich

Like, now let's really be honest

I'm-I'ma knock a bitch out, that's a promise

When all these characters came out the closet?

Put three holes in her back like a socket

Back door open, bitches better lock it

G-Lock on my hip, I'ma cock it (B-b-b-boom)

Bitches be feelin' theyselves, I be keepin' my cool, but these bum bitches be outta pocket

I'ma keep movin' the smartest

Can't keep up, but I know these bitches try they hardest

Takin' that risk cause tomorrow not promised

I'm the shit, but I try to be modest

Pretty as fuck, yeah I look like a goddess

Keep a G, I'm not only an artist

Me and-me and Kenzo be fuckin' it up wit' this rap shit

Watch how we show her who really the hottest

Like, this bitch Shani a thot, you wanna be Gz, but fuckin' the flocks

Murda cap in her songs, she not spinnin' no blocks

A-a-are you dumb, you not takin' no spot, like

Bitch from Boston but using our lingo, she a bird, she look like a flamingo

Not takin' orders from a bitch, yeah I'm callin' the shots like I'm playin' some bingo

And they can't say my name 'cuz they don't wanna get up wit' me

Bitches know they can't let up wit' me

I'ma slide everytime, bitches never outside

So, w-w-why the fuck is they chattin'?

Don't gotta say it we all know who rattin'

Old girl pussy, don't know why she actin'

Bitches could link all they want

Told bitches line it up, 'cuz on bro they is not with the action, like

Like, now let's really be honest

I'm-I'ma knock a bitch out, that's a promise (Boom)

When all these characters came out the closet? (W-w-what the fuck?)

Put three holes in her back like a socket (Graah)

Back door open, bitches better lock it

G-Lock on my hip, I'ma cock it (B-b-b-boom)

Bitches be feelin' theyselves, I be keepin' my cool, but these bum bitches be outta pocket (These bitches shot)

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