On the rise, a villain
Bonafide killer, it's a fire living
Still feel like I'm 11
Shots fly when you're in my presence
Tryna finesse, I'm invested
I've been counted out a few times, bitch miss me
I'mma slip that shit swift like I'm Gotti
Art flipping, feel like Scarface with the kilo
Never that, more like Bruce Lee, though
Tryna give more to my people
Thibodeau; act like a leader
We ain't talking elitist
Don't be a little teacup
Go and hit the road Jack, you know that
Me and my gang, yeah, we all in and it's code red
Take one down for the moment, playing Kodak, it's a romance
Shit's like magic, she a necromancer
Baby, come here, and let's do that dance
I'm too advanced, been taste-making since I'm a kid
I was surfing that tidal wave
I'm so good, I can't complain
What the fuh
What the f*ck are you asking me?
These lame asses can't hang with me
I won't act abashed, okay
These GTA NPC's
Batch of bastards from a basket case
Better get on your knees, bitch
Show me how you like to pray
Those who look down on my name
I wanna thank you every chance I get
Get it
I get it
I'm gone
Just like my little song
Don't call it Avant Garde
We just smoking in the garden
I was surfing that tidal wave
I'm so good, I can't complain
Call me Yours Truly
Take shots but you can't see me
Too fast for 'em, quik like Nestle
She deserving that cuddle to sleep
YOURS TRULY Video (MV)
Performed By: K.A.I.D.
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: hombredamn hombredamn, Kai Dekassian
K.A.I.D. - YOURS TRULY Lyrics
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English
On the rise, a villain
Bonafide killer, it's a fire living
Still feel like I'm 11
Shots fly when you're in my presence
Tryna finesse, I'm invested
I've been counted out a few times, bitch miss me
I'mma slip that shit swift like I'm Gotti
Art flipping, feel like Scarface with the kilo
Never that, more like Bruce Lee, though
Tryna give more to my people
Thibodeau; act like a leader
We ain't talking elitist
Don't be a little teacup
Go and hit the road Jack, you know that
Me and my gang, yeah, we all in and it's code red
Take one down for the moment, playing Kodak, it's a romance
Shit's like magic, she a necromancer
Baby, come here, and let's do that dance
I'm too advanced, been taste-making since I'm a kid
I was surfing that tidal wave
I'm so good, I can't complain
What the fuh
What the f*ck are you asking me?
These lame asses can't hang with me
I won't act abashed, okay
These GTA NPC's
Batch of bastards from a basket case
Better get on your knees, bitch
Show me how you like to pray
Those who look down on my name
I wanna thank you every chance I get
Get it
I get it
I'm gone
Just like my little song
Don't call it Avant Garde
We just smoking in the garden
I was surfing that tidal wave
I'm so good, I can't complain
Call me Yours Truly
Take shots but you can't see me
Too fast for 'em, quik like Nestle
She deserving that cuddle to sleep
Bonafide killer, it's a fire living
Still feel like I'm 11
Shots fly when you're in my presence
Tryna finesse, I'm invested
I've been counted out a few times, bitch miss me
I'mma slip that shit swift like I'm Gotti
Art flipping, feel like Scarface with the kilo
Never that, more like Bruce Lee, though
Tryna give more to my people
Thibodeau; act like a leader
We ain't talking elitist
Don't be a little teacup
Go and hit the road Jack, you know that
Me and my gang, yeah, we all in and it's code red
Take one down for the moment, playing Kodak, it's a romance
Shit's like magic, she a necromancer
Baby, come here, and let's do that dance
I'm too advanced, been taste-making since I'm a kid
I was surfing that tidal wave
I'm so good, I can't complain
What the fuh
What the f*ck are you asking me?
These lame asses can't hang with me
I won't act abashed, okay
These GTA NPC's
Batch of bastards from a basket case
Better get on your knees, bitch
Show me how you like to pray
Those who look down on my name
I wanna thank you every chance I get
Get it
I get it
I'm gone
Just like my little song
Don't call it Avant Garde
We just smoking in the garden
I was surfing that tidal wave
I'm so good, I can't complain
Call me Yours Truly
Take shots but you can't see me
Too fast for 'em, quik like Nestle
She deserving that cuddle to sleep
Writer: hombredamn hombredamn, Kai Dekassian
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid