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Kendall Video (MV)




Performed By: EzMoney Wop
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Evan Thomas




EzMoney Wop - Kendall Lyrics




We not the same, I'm different
Why yo pants hang? my pistol
Referee I'm so official
But ion snitch i ain't blowin no whistle
Too ez i make it look simple
Big glock make me look cripple
White bitch look jus like Kendall
Hit her one time give her back she a rental

Ran up a check, aint eem break a sweat
Might pull up on emmit put 10 on my neck
Locked in the booth tryna spit a patek
Walk outta Webster it's a bear on my flesh
Bitch ate me up left her hair on my flesh
Drip like a mop i been makin a mess
Trap out the spot then it's on to the next
In Houston w it, but the pack from the west
My money do yoga I'm makin it stretch
Aint promised tomo live life on the edge
They think i sell hard the way that i dress
Guiseppe my toes i step in the best
Got hit for a 10 and i still wasn't stressed
Ran it back up fore i got out the bed
Way i be spazzing they think I'm possessed
Im not the same, i stand out from the rest

Oynx Houston got a bag fulla ones
Call up Ava tell her let's get it cracking
When I'm at dreams tell Layla to clap it
Talkin a check, she lovin' my accent
All my pesos they came out the streets
93 gas if I'm rollin up weed
Hunnit ps got em gone in a week
Prolivik gon freak it put bang on the beat
Grilling like 5 guys if they say they want beef
We ain't boxers, choppa keep the shit brief
First they was doubting, I made em believe
Trap scholar yea I got my degree
He beef on computers cntrl alt delete
That mean that he gone now his people in grief
Money convo yea that shit is my speed
Allergic to broke swear that shit a disease
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We not the same, I'm different
Why yo pants hang? my pistol
Referee I'm so official
But ion snitch i ain't blowin no whistle
Too ez i make it look simple
Big glock make me look cripple
White bitch look jus like Kendall
Hit her one time give her back she a rental

Ran up a check, aint eem break a sweat
Might pull up on emmit put 10 on my neck
Locked in the booth tryna spit a patek
Walk outta Webster it's a bear on my flesh
Bitch ate me up left her hair on my flesh
Drip like a mop i been makin a mess
Trap out the spot then it's on to the next
In Houston w it, but the pack from the west
My money do yoga I'm makin it stretch
Aint promised tomo live life on the edge
They think i sell hard the way that i dress
Guiseppe my toes i step in the best
Got hit for a 10 and i still wasn't stressed
Ran it back up fore i got out the bed
Way i be spazzing they think I'm possessed
Im not the same, i stand out from the rest

Oynx Houston got a bag fulla ones
Call up Ava tell her let's get it cracking
When I'm at dreams tell Layla to clap it
Talkin a check, she lovin' my accent
All my pesos they came out the streets
93 gas if I'm rollin up weed
Hunnit ps got em gone in a week
Prolivik gon freak it put bang on the beat
Grilling like 5 guys if they say they want beef
We ain't boxers, choppa keep the shit brief
First they was doubting, I made em believe
Trap scholar yea I got my degree
He beef on computers cntrl alt delete
That mean that he gone now his people in grief
Money convo yea that shit is my speed
Allergic to broke swear that shit a disease
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Writer: Evan Thomas
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