DOWN ASS BITCH
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY AND MANUEL MORA PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY AND MANNY BOI PRODUCED BY KEVIN BRADLEY AND MANUEL MORA
Intro
It's that nigga Kev Bradley
Chop Baby down real quick

Verse one: (Kevin Bradley)
What's hannin' lil mama it's that nigga that they've been hatin'.
Tryinna see what's shakin', not lookin' for a relation.
Just on a down ass bitch who be lovin' to fuck, 
And kick it wit’ a real nigga known for gettin' his bucks.
Half of these bitches say they love ya', but'll leave a nigga stuck.
The other portion's misled until a nigga game em up. 
I ain't chasing nothin but money: time waits for no man.
So if you look for Me later, I'm wherever the dough lands.
Mo' plans and mo' grands won't ever work wit' broke hands:
The Life I live is deadly; no room for romance.
I usually just Boogie, but for you I'll slow dance.
That ass is hella right, lookin' proper in those pants.
My next move is My best move: in a second I'll be gone.
If you decide to get paper wit Me, then you can come along.
But I ain't lookin' for a wife, that ain't even in My head;
I'd rather chase bread and leave the handcuffin' to the feds.

Chorus: (Kevin Bradley)
If you a down ass bitch, and you know that you the shit,
Only fuckin wit real nigga that's about gettin' rich,
Guess what!? This song is for you.
This song is for you!
*Repeat*

Verse Two: (Manny boi)
12 am she hittin' my phone,
She in need of something real, when its been so long.
To all the women that I did so wrong: Turn to yo' best friend and say "Girl, this my song!"
Hella niggas on yo' line, but they ain't knowin' what to do wit' it: 
Because what chyall had in a year... we had in one visit.
I need a ride or die to sip this lean wit 'blow some trees wit', repeated, that's all I needed.
She ain't lookin' for love, but she be lookin to fuck,
Happy as hell when I'm pickin' her up.
Hand her the Swisher and she empty the guts fillin' 'em up: 
All we do is cruise through while we choppin' it up.
the cops pull us over... she be tuckin' the dope sack.
Lookin' out for a nigga so I didn't have to go back.
Basically what I'm sayin': "You all that!"
Scream it out loud: Petal to the flo' Mat this yo' slap!

Chorus

Verse Three: (Kevin Bradley)
Where the real bitches at? yea this is yo' slap! 
This is yo slap, this is yo' slap!
All the ratchet ass hoes need to take a step back,
Take a step back, take a step back.
Where the down bitches at? yea this is yo' slap: 
This is yo' slap, (Bitch!) this is yo' slap,
All the ratchet ass hoes need to take a step back, 
Take a step back (Damn!)
Where the real bitches at? The ones that make shit happen.
No gimicks all action, come fuck wit heavy Mackin'!
Real niggas gon' do real thangs and don't change. 
Gettin' paper is a mando, when you a part of the game.
A bad bitch'll do the same: money on her mindframe,
She want a nigga about his chips; she ain't fuckin wit a lame.
I'm dedicated to the hustle, graduated from the struggle, 
And fuck what she talkin' 'bout if she ain't tryinna see Me bubble!
I'm dedicated to the hustle, graduated from the struggle, 
And fuck what she talkin' 'bout if she ain't tryinna see Me bubble!

Chorus
*Repeat*

Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.

Down Ass Bitch Featuring Manny Boi- PARENTAL ADVISORY

TYP3 0F H03Z
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY AND TJD PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY AND TJD PRODUCED BY KEVIN BRADLEY
Verse One
Written and Performed By TJD
Chorus
{Man fuck these hoes they ain’t talkin bout nothin
They ain’t talkin bout nothin, they ain’t talkin bout nothin x4}
(2nd ½ chorus - Man fuck that hoex8)
Verse Two
My ex always on some slow shit
Mad cause I fuck around wit a hoe bitch
But that hoe be bringin’ mo chips
And My ex so broke she don't notice
Tryina hit up talkin bout happy belated
I wanna move forward and never back to the basic
She used to look good now she need a couple facelifts
She must be trippin what the fuck her blunt laced wit
Crying bout her baby need a dad
Better call Maury since it's lookin that bad
Hella niggas on the show how many dicks you done had
You are not the father seems to be the motha fuckin fad
Man These bitches ain't nothin 
She wanna fuck wit Me she gotta be about something
Half of these hoes all talk but be bluffin’
Just do Me a favor shut it up and get to fuckin
Chorus
Copyright 2013, all rights reserved. ©

Kevin Bradley TYP3 0F H03Z FEAT TJD -

SHOULDA FUCKED WIT CHU PROD BY JOHNNY JULIANO
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY BEAT PRODUCED BY JOHNNY JULIANO ENGINEERED BY KEVIN BRADLEY
Intro
Written and performed By Kevin Bradley
Verse One
we've spent a lot of time and it's time that you should know
You got a lot of syle prada bag Gucci toes
Got bread up on yo mind you gettin to that dough
I've Been watchin for a while most niggas would keep it on the low
well I'm not scared baby to let chu know just how I feel
Most of these other guys don't know how to Keep it real
Bridge
Yea we been hangin' but lately i been thankin'
not that we should date but maybe make an arrangement
We'll get some drank and you could learn all the ways
That you steadily amaze me i must be goin crazy
You the type of lady I woulda made My baby
If I was born in the 70's I would have to say 80
In the present day right now I'm wonderin if you take Me
And make Me yo man would everything be okay?
Chorus
I'm lookin back and now I think I shoulda fucked wit chu
Nobody could rock could rock my body quite like you
You was a down a chick the type of girl to stay true
I'm lookin back and now I think I shoulda fucked wit chu

Verse Two
You always held it down when shit was fuckin up
If I hand you My 9 I know you gon bust
Never let these bitches play Me told Me these hoes is sluts
Kept Me up on My game and laced a niggas chucks
When I was trappin' for cash you understood the struggle
Some of the things you do'll make a nigga say he love you
It's like you from another world Most of these bitches trouble
Wait till you famous and try to fuck you after you bubble
My last bitch was a mess and come to see the truth
You weren't only My best friend you were My fuckin boo
But at the time I wasn't thinkin bout gettin too aquainted
fast that we fuck around and our friendship be tainted
What i say could be dangerous ain't no tellin' how you'll take this
Fuck it Let's get faded, roll a blunt and just embrace it
Most niggas be on some fake shit but I'm a different type of dude
I'm lookin exes now i'm thinkin I shoulda fucked wit chu
Chorus
I shoulda fucked wit chu It took some time to see
We woulda been the hottest couple baby you and Me
Fuck all the bullshit when it comes down to it
I admit that I was foolish but back then shit was confusing
Groupies chasin Me down niggas up on yo line
Even then I thought you were fine but was  scared to give you that crown
Shoulda treated you like a queen like the one that you really are
Because now i look at it all and you been here this shit bizarre
Bridge
Chorus
Copyright 2013, all rights reserved.©

Shoulda Fucked Wit Chu PROD BY JOHNNY JULIANO

King Marveloso Featuring Kevin Bradley And Chinky Sancherie - Like A MF

Kevin Bradley And Marveloso - I'ma Make You Mine (Be My Valentine)

TIMELESS
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY PRODUCED BY KEVIN BRADLEY
Chorus
Oh if you had a crystal ball… 
and if you had a time machine;
Would you go back and fix it all and 
find out where your life should be 
*Repeat*

Verse One
If I had a crystal ball
I would gaze into it deep try to figure out it all
Buy My sister something nice for her birthday in the fall
Watch My niece grow to be about 5 ft tall
Get My mama's lyrics back so she can shut down the mall
Have My son big poppin' while the nigga still small
Find out when I'm gonna get that telephone call
From the CEO from Trill so ain't no need for Me to stall
And if I had a time Machine I would go back
Save every single penny so I had mo racks
Put on every ill rapper Walkin' round wit no tracks 
For the fact some of the ones that you're hearing are so wack
At 16 got a license and got Me some dough stacks 
Put down the Prozac and cut none of these hoes slack
Fuck hella bitches turn Myself into a cold Mack
Or start from day one where I used to color and throw jacks

Chorus

Verse Two
If I had a ball made of crystal 
I woulda warned the bro Darnell to watch out for that pistol
Found out what had caused Me so much pain in the mental
Showed the world how to be just a little less sinful
Saw that life coulda been just a lil' more simple
And treated My body like Gods Golden Temple
Because sooner or later it's gonna get sent for
And wit a crystal ball it'd be lookin' like a rental 
If I had a time machine I go into the future 
See what life is like in 2022 or
Treat the whole experience like a new tutor
Explore a new world without knives bombs or rugers
Make sure My grandkids weren't just neutered
Teach Em bout Marvin Al Michael Prince and Luther 
Deliver the world for the life of the shooter
Find My wife to be a queen and Me a faithful ruler So

Verse Three
If you could go into the past now would u change anythang
Or do u live with no regrets
So you would keep it all the same
Would you seek to take control
Or let the universe unfold
I'd pursue tha words of old
For days when everything is cold
If you could go into future now 
Would you stay in those days
Or would you bring it to invest
In changing all demented ways
Would you peep in to your soul 
And look for everything un-whole
I'd fix everything I know
And let the present take its toll
Chorus x2 
½ Chorus
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Timeless

FUCK SESSION
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY PRODUCED BY KEVIN BRADLEY
Intro
I can go on and on and on thinkin’ about you
Verse One
You been saying for a while
You like yo hair pulled ass smacked and rough sex is yo style
Well talkin is cheap baby so let Me put it down
It's all fun and games until I bring this dick around
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let chu
Know you, You know thought I'd let you
know you know
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let chu
Know You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let chu know
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let chu
know You Know


Chorus
I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck
Yea I wanna fuck
Hit it From behind when I thrust and I grip that ass
In yo thighs till you nut and you feel that splash
Yea I wanna fuck
Girl I wanna fuck
Verse Two
Come here Girl lemme kill it from the side while I'm grippin on yo waist call it pussy homicide
And if you feelin like runnin it you can ride girl The wetter you get the better you glide
Like a slip and slide I'ma treat you lay you on the table that's right I'ma eat chu
You like a candy store I got a sweet tooth sex on My mind lemme show what a freak do
Make you skeet two times from the tongue summertime dick I'll leave a bitch sprung
have yo legs shakin and the rest of you numb from a young nigga drillin till you feel it in yo lung
Cum hard on the dick come hard on the dick till you pass out and you see stars from the shit
Let My mouth explore and embark on yo clit now how many licks does it take to make you drip
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let chu
Know you, You know thought I'd let you
Know you know
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let you
Know you say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let you know
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let you
Know You know
Chorus
Verse Three
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let chu
Know you, You know thought I'd let you
Know you know
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let you
Know you say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let you know
You say I done got you wet but I could get you wetter babe
You walkin’ on an ocean's floor I just thought I'd let you
Know You know
Chorus
Copyright 2014, all rights reserved.


Fuck Session

REALLY BE (SMOKIN’ AND DRANKIN)
HEADING
Verse One
My Uncle in prison No family visits
In a couple of Minutes I could end up his apprentice
And My momma got jacked for a cold couple billions
If I find the mo fucka I'll hang his ass from a ceiling
Man these niggaz is haters gettin all in they feelins
Talkin down on a player like I won’t come wit’ them mittens
All My homies is dead yea I be talkin to ghosts
Plus My bitch is a phony out there doin the most
Don't get to speak to My Son but that a whole different story
Let's just put it like this I'll see yo ass up on Maury
I can count on one hand how many bitches adore Me
On the other hand I count how many of these hoes got love for Me
I'm tryina look for a job it's hard because of My record
I know My life ain't a game so I don't treat it like checkers
Gotta stay wit that tool I call that hoe Black and Deckers
Niggaz stay in My business and I ain’t got no successor thats why I
Chorus
That’s Why I Really Be smokin’ and I really be drankin
I Really Be smokin’ and I really be drankin 
That’s right I Really Be smokin’ and I really be drankin
I be goin through some thangs you don’t know what I be thinkin
That’s Why I Really Be smokin’ and I really be drankin
I Really Be smokin’ and I really be drankin 
That’s right I Really Be smokin’ and I really be drankin
I be goin through some thangs you don’t know what I be thinkin

Verse Two
I'm tryina keep focused so many distractions 
Every one of My actions comes wit a different reaction
On top that shit My baby mama be trappin’
Sometimes I look at My life and I be like what the fuck happened
My sister a single mother her baby daddy got twelve
Thank heaven that he alive but I know he goin thru hell
That's why I'm smoking that purp
And I drank that tequila
I be dyin on the daily fuck wit Me I might kill ya
My nephew autistic He strong as fuck and I know it
All his teachers and doctors treat em like he on some slow shit
My ex be blowin my phone up talkin bout she got issues
Man I told that bitch That’s the whole reason why I ain't wit chu
All my friends only come around when a nigga got chips
And when the whole bag is empty
They don't fuck wit Me for shit
One of My homies just hit Me and said he fuckin My bitch 
And My bitch lying talkin bout she ain't suckin’ his dick that's y I
Chorus
Copyright 2014, all rights reserved. ©


Really Be (Smokin and Drankin)

SHO RIGHT
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY PRODUCED BY KEVIN BRADLEY
Intro
*Hey* uh huh! *@itskevinbradley* It’s Kevin Bradley Beaaybi!!!
*They Call Me Trin-T* Haha! That was funny! Yea!

Verse One
She a bad bitch but I don't need a leash 
That ass is original yea it's no pastiche
Imma leave that pussy smokin I'm blowin hashish
The way I beat it up you'll be speaking in quiche
Have you prayin in tongues you on yo bent knees 
Erybody round town say you a dick tease
Tease Me imma look at chu like bitch please
Then hit trees while I Let chu get a quick breeze
Real nigga so I practice what I preach
You see that kitten need a lesson one that only I can teach
Tongue technique I been workin in My speech
Now hit this Cali orange and lemme see dat Georgia peach 
Aayy!! Lay u on da beach lay you on da peak 
Of the water an the sand now you and the ocean leak
I'm feelin physique from yo feet to yo streaks 
And when I put this dick on you I bet u shriek!

Chorus
I got hella Dro and blunts so put this Henni in yo cup 
Baby if you let Me fuck I promise when I beat it up
Am I gon eat it for I beat *SHO RIGHT*
I want a freak in the sheets *SHO RIGHT*
But a lady in the streets *SHO RIGHT*
Can I get up wit’ a dimepiece *SHO RIGHT?*
(Repeat)

Verse Two
*Baby Fine Hella Pretty Tho
I’m thinkin I should put Her in My video
I ain’t talkin bout the music one Baby no
I mean the one wit You in the bed and wit no clothes
I’ma have You stuck on Me
When You fuck on Me
Baby put Yo luck on Me
When You blowin and suck on Me
She wanna fuck all in the back of My Ride
So I told Her hop inside
And We can do it all night girl*
She wanna fuck all in the back of My ride
So I told Her hop inside
And We can do it all night girl*

Chorus

Verse Three
You Know I’ll do it Yea you know I’ll do it
*You Know I’ll do it bae you know I’ll do it
You Know I’ll do it girl you know I’ll do it
You Know I’ll do it Yep you know I’ll do it
I got hella Dro and blunts
So put this Henni in yo cup
Baby if you let Me fuck
I promise when I beat it up*

Chorus

Outro
*Hey* uh huh! *@itskevinbradley* It’s Kevin Bradley Beaaybi!!!
*They Call Me Trin-T* Haha! That was funny! Yea!
Copyright 2014, all rights reserved. ©




Sho Right

AND AT TIMES
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY PRODUCED BY KEVIN BRADLEY 
Intro
Performed by Kevin Bradley
Verse One
I didn’t expect to fall In love not that I care anyway (I’m not mad no)
Since you came into My world I aint had no complaints (None at all so)
We been friends but girl hol’ up I got something to say (Its time I let you know)
I might be thinkin You the one but if you let Me explain (You ready bae now here We go)
You Make Me better I saw You or whatever 
Took a second look at My life and said I need to get it together
Started getting that cheddar even in rainy weather
I’ve tried to get You off My mind but it wasn’t possible
No other girl is poppin to Me if you seen em rockin wit Me 
Just know that shoulda been You
Oh, baby its true
Chorus
I fell in love with You and at times I wonder if You love Me too
I fell in love with You and at times I wonder if You love Me too
I fell in love with You and at times I wonder if You love Me too
So if You in wit Me too Don’t be afraid to say You love Ya boo
  Verse Two
Sometimes I’m chillin at the tilt doin nothing at home
Wonderin if You think about Me when You’re alone
 You see I was man enough to tell You whats on My heart
And Girl these feelins are so deep I don’t know where to start
You Make Me better I saw You or whatever 
Took a second look at My life and said I need to get it together
Started getting that cheddar even in rainy weather
I’ve tried to get You Mind My mind but its just so impossible
No other girl is poppin to Me if you seen em rockin wit Me 
Just know that shoulda been You
Oh, baby its true
Chorus
Outro
Copyright 2015, all rights reserved. ©


And At Times

I Thank She Knowz

PRONTO
HEADING
Intro
It’s Kevin Bradley
T-sav and rollin rich, one day I was
Verse One
 Rollin I was whooping out the window hollering at my kinfolk 
I told the nigga back up I’m runnin with that bad luck you can tell by my flamed chucks 
More about receiving cause I’m never giving no fucks rollin bout them, big bucks
Pushing hard with no rush long hair with a big brush 
In DCE I’ll always trust, rollin rich always on a bitch, niggas talkin stick talk 
I’m more about that big walk big dollar’s flashy collars trynna make this gualla 
Bro please stay off the momma’s steady fuckin up them commas
 No I’m never wearing Prada I like luie v
Fake rappers rip always focused all on me once again its DCE
To my young nigga’s I’ma preach I’ma live it through my preach
 Y’all some sukkah niggas like a leach slowly climbing to the peak t-sav before I let you speak
Ima let em know we trynna eat
Rich








I’m out here on the grind and im chasing these dollars
If you ain’t talking about no money I don’t understand the convo
I need my money pronto play with me you get these hollows 
If you get in the way of me and my doe I go retardo



I’m going thru some crazy shit
So imp sipping the fuckout this Hennessey 
These hating niggas they killing me they rather hate on me than get money
I’m out here grinding hard its too many people depending on me
My mm my sis disabled brother and everyone else I consider family
If nobody sign me independent imp gone keep it going
Show me to the studio on these beats I go in
Life got me stressing so imp smoking on this dosher
If the bro got nowhere to go he sleeping on the sofa
I’m trying to make it out the struggle me and a few others
These fake ass niggas is some busters on God I don’t trust them
They always actin super till I get to punching on them 
He get beat up then call his homies now he like go jump him
I’m just tryna get this money 
These niggas keep hating on me though I swear the hate is funny
I’m out here grinding hard every day of the week 
Me and my money get in between and you shall be deceased




Al of my goons is gorillas
If I point them out then they killin that nigga 
You run your mouth then imp pullin the trigga ain’t got time for talking imp chasing the millions
For now these thousands is what I am counting
Niggas is hating 
Niggas is plotting
They bitches is thoting a foreign imp driving I’m Killin these verses without even trying
Niggas is blinded by our society 
Police is racist a fucked up economy 
Killing our niggas and doing us grimy and getting away with it like it’s a hobby
I’m chasing dollars stop talkin that nonsense 
You ain’t talkin money ain’t no need to conversate
Nigga I’m Cali made do this shit everyday smokin on medi and sippin that Andre
I’m a savage nigga till the day I fall 
I’m chasing dollars man I gotta ball
I can’t trust a single human being gotta keep my guard up till it’s time to brawl
I’m a violent nigga steady breaking jaws 
I say fuck a snitch and motha fuck the law
When I get to freestyling its ooos and awws somebody need a sign me I’m too raw
This RAPPING is easy for me I’m a fucking beast
I’m go dummy on these beats I’m Killin verses shout out Kevin Bradley that’s my super producer he a mixing master gassin drilling trapping all my niggas active 
Threating my life all my pistols blastin me my niggas active bitch I’m never lacking
Chorus
Copyright 2016, all rights reserved. ©


Pronto (feat. Rollin Rich) PROD. BY KEVIN BRADLEY

I’LL BE
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY KEVIN BRADLEY BEATS PRODUCED BY TIMELESS MUSIC ENGINEERED BY KEVIN BRADLEY
Intro
Bar
It’s just a misconception. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?? Yo!
Verse One
They got a nigga all wrong I'm just tryina live right lead niggas to the light 
Chase doe stay strong give My son a better life nigga you can't live twice
No bitch no wife but I'm doin aight I ain't rich so I might 
seal a zip-lock tight because from what it's lookin like that money comes overnight
I'm on the block till the motha fuckin police come 
Bang, bang bang that's an OGs gun
When we separate they try to lock us away 
But when we stand together man the police run
The way I hold that drum is like when I make a beat 
Load that bitch up we gon bang it on the streets 
and I grew up in the east but man it's all love
Gotta show respect to all the crips and the bloods 
Black America the redemption of thugs 
We ain't tryina start funk we just lookin for da plug 
Bitches want a hug now I'm fly bitch quit 
I was sleeping on the trolley u ain't help Me out for shit
Turn down fades ion’n know what that's about 
Yo I save a nigga life before I take a nigga out 
Rap niggas talk big big money big ice
Gettin robbed for they shit don't believe the big hype 
Royal purp in My Pipe, yea bitch I'm a king 
Just sit back let a nigga do his thing
Avoiding Jackie Chans and the mothafuckin chings Asian Bitxch look like her name ling ling
She like the way that I sing in love wit how I rap but that's just a day in the life of a mfn mack 
Rollin up a pack thinkin bout a stack 
And a way to carry San Diego on My back
Hella money in the dope pills and the crack
But I’m makin hella music ion'n wanna back track
Alotta niggas artists but alotta niggas wack
Yo I'm one of a kind alotta bitches dig that 
Hella money in the dope pills and the crack
But Im makin hella music ion'n wanna back track
Alotta niggas artists but alotta niggas wack
Yo I'm one of a kind alotta bitches dig that but Fuck dat hoe
Chorus
I'm just chasin this dough; Fuck these fake ass lil hoes
If I was broke they wouldn’t want Me So they get dat fat dismissal 
I'm just chasin this dough These Niggaz hatin fasho
They can keep hatin' on Me, Yea I’ll be makin some mo
I'm just chasin this dough. Yea I’ll be chasin’ this dough
Yea I’ll be chasin’ this dough; Yea I’ll be chasin’ this dough
Verse Two
Man, My homie locked up he in prison for a while
I start to break down every time I look at his daughter and see him in her face and in her smile. 
And I never ever thought I'd see the day My lil sis would be a single mother to a child 
Always saw her in a dress wit’ a lawyer or a banker huge wedding while she walkin down the aisle
But it's never too late niggas can't rush fate everything takes time till then I just gotta stay on My grind oldest of 9 prayin to God that He cover My family make sure they all fine
Need I remind I'm just wanna change lives
But they got Me fucked up so a devils bottled inside 
In My city man you gotta hide a choppa in the ride 
A barrel to the throat kill a tongue full of pride
Niggas say they real but a lotta niggas lie 
And the lie be the reason that alotta niggas die
Snitchin gets u killed yea that shit don't fly 
Bitch nigga get peelt fag bitch don't try
Deuce-deuce to the Nose fo’ fifth to the eye 
Light yo shit up like the Fourth of July 
Niggas turn into feds need to burn when they die
Still waters run deep shallow river run dry
Niggas say they real but a lotta niggas lie 
And the lie be the reason that alotta niggas die
Snitchin gets u killed yea that shit don't fly 
Bitch nigga get peelt fag bitch don't try
Deuce deuce to the Nose fo’ fifth to the eye 
Light yo shit up like the Fourth of July 
Niggas turned feds need to burn when they die
Still waters run deep shallow river run dry; Fuck dat hoe
Chorus
Copyright 2016, all rights reserved. ©


I'll Be

FINE AF (FEAT. BOOTHER BANTHIN AND KEVIN BRADLEY) PROD. BY D. $KRILLA
WRITTEN BY ROLLIN4KASH BOOTHER BANTHIN AND KEVIN BRADLEY PERFORMED BY ROLLIN4KASH BOOTHER BANTHIN AND KEVIN BRADLEY PRODUCED BY D. SKRILLA
Intro
Performed by Kevin Bradley
Chorus (Kevin Bradley) 
Baby fine as fuck; she perfect for Me.
She can get sexed in the club Right in the VIP 
I think She might be the finest thing I ever seen
And I see she want it I bet she wanna get wit Me
Verse One (Boother Banthin)
Written and performed by Boother Banthin
Chorus (Kevin Bradley)
Verse Two (Rollin4Kash)
Chorus (Kevin Bradley)
Outro (Kevin Bradley)
*Repeated Chorus*
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