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Kimchi Video (MV)




Performed By: De la Paix
Length: 3:23
Written by: Joshua Green




De la Paix - Kimchi Lyrics




Just getting to the money man
Getting to the money man
Nigga best believe
Said we gone ride and we do it
Most niggas cant even go through it

Best believe a nigga out here preachin
She having fun grabbing money out the deep end
Lemon squeeze back up off of me defense
Heart cold she dun found some other demons
Bankroll I dun D.L.P'd em' expensive hoes coming out for the leasure
Got my dogs barking off some mother f*cking leashes
Kitty cat wetter then some mother f*cking squeegees
Skittle trump car man the colors easy
Rich shit my homies out here mother f*cking bleedy
Look at this man this money making is easy
Maserati Italian f*cking Mcsquizzy
Gangster rap tryna make it go and MC me
Set trippin Man I got ahead of the BZ
Ice scopes gotta red beam me
Look at the ghost man its coming out your tv
Caspar Loc dead'em cause its easy
Dancing through the buck Be-luchini
Fendi belt marijuana chief we
Getting high as f*ck man you know how we be
Sucky suck got her down on her knees
Apple crown got me on some purple
Hold it down with my set in my tent
Bust it down bottle of henny like Kenny G
Yeah yeah

Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up

Now here's the shit that we do aw man
Balmain headband red flag clan
Gotta live it up one time stunna man
Rubber band burn rubber ichiban taliban
Handstand on me one time for the bands
Super Nova clap take it all in
Up in your gut where it flows in
Yeah, Yeah
50 rounds to a hittah
Wow shut it down
Bust down for another round earn the crown
Speed off through a hundred miles earn the crown
Get hit reload the clip now watch it hit
Solo Dolo though get you ass in my whoa
Gotta close the door, throwing doe, private show
I cant share no more I cant lose or fold
Looking at my wrist bling cotton ice bro
I didn't pay for this what you mean I slaved for this
I cant feel my wrist I told you man I slaved for this
Notified bitch I want my own shit
Niggas wanna talk about the way that I live, what I give, livid shit De La up in this bitch
De La up in this bitch
So get lit

Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Ah, yeah
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Just getting to the money man
Getting to the money man
Nigga best believe
Said we gone ride and we do it
Most niggas cant even go through it

Best believe a nigga out here preachin
She having fun grabbing money out the deep end
Lemon squeeze back up off of me defense
Heart cold she dun found some other demons
Bankroll I dun D.L.P'd em' expensive hoes coming out for the leasure
Got my dogs barking off some mother f*cking leashes
Kitty cat wetter then some mother f*cking squeegees
Skittle trump car man the colors easy
Rich shit my homies out here mother f*cking bleedy
Look at this man this money making is easy
Maserati Italian f*cking Mcsquizzy
Gangster rap tryna make it go and MC me
Set trippin Man I got ahead of the BZ
Ice scopes gotta red beam me
Look at the ghost man its coming out your tv
Caspar Loc dead'em cause its easy
Dancing through the buck Be-luchini
Fendi belt marijuana chief we
Getting high as f*ck man you know how we be
Sucky suck got her down on her knees
Apple crown got me on some purple
Hold it down with my set in my tent
Bust it down bottle of henny like Kenny G
Yeah yeah

Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up

Now here's the shit that we do aw man
Balmain headband red flag clan
Gotta live it up one time stunna man
Rubber band burn rubber ichiban taliban
Handstand on me one time for the bands
Super Nova clap take it all in
Up in your gut where it flows in
Yeah, Yeah
50 rounds to a hittah
Wow shut it down
Bust down for another round earn the crown
Speed off through a hundred miles earn the crown
Get hit reload the clip now watch it hit
Solo Dolo though get you ass in my whoa
Gotta close the door, throwing doe, private show
I cant share no more I cant lose or fold
Looking at my wrist bling cotton ice bro
I didn't pay for this what you mean I slaved for this
I cant feel my wrist I told you man I slaved for this
Notified bitch I want my own shit
Niggas wanna talk about the way that I live, what I give, livid shit De La up in this bitch
De La up in this bitch
So get lit

Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Smoke a pound
And it smells like Kimchi
Roll it up
Burn it up
Ah, yeah
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Writer: Joshua Green
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