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SUBURBS Video (MV)




Performed By: Kelken
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Kellen Mesirow




Kelken - SUBURBS Lyrics
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I ain't from the hood, you know I came straight from them 'burbs
Money was never an issue, I was taught to put it first
Cops, they put their lights down, but I lost them at the curb
I'm a money countin' addict, A in math, call me a nerd
Born and raised up on this block, it wasn't needed, but I served
I put California rocks over my wrist, go watch it surf
Chiefing way too many bowls to keep me high up with the birds
She been suckin' it for hours, told her"stop it's on your shirt"
She said"Ay papi, where's your card? I'm tryna buy the store"
My bitch, she a freak, the way she still have D up in her throat
We not Siamese, you is not my twin, neither my bro
Kman prodigy, youngin, he came from San Diego
I been rich since the womb, never had a problem, never comin' back
Choppa take you to your doom, Tripple-A make you take a step back
Never trust the ones who finna come to school with a rollie backpack
They the ones who rats, they gon' snitch out to the opps and laugh
The Kman been spreading all over the world, you know I'm so hot like disease
I'm bout to poison his cup, watch him hurl, I'm finna make him deceased
Oh, you want a verse but you wasn't there first, imma charge his ass 80 a piece
Yeah, shawty, I love you, I'm not tryna bug you, but you best not play me for keeps
Build my money up, pottery
I'm with my gouls in Tokyo, bitch call me Kaneki
Ever since I was 15, back in class, I knew I was oughta be
I can tell she f*ckin' with my sound, she say she fond of me
How the f*ck Amari get that money, he won the lottery
Put a couple bucks up on his head, made him a target
I got distracted with them beats, lil bae I'm sorry
You can fool me once, don't fool me twice, boy, you retarded
Put do not disturb on, baby, I ain't getting calls from no one else
See the pack of gas, it's hiding from me, high above the shelf
Dive inside the pussy deep, a swimmer just like Michael Phelps
I done came from making beats, no, me and T don't need no help
What you want from me, pussy boy, ain't got nothing for you
Kman been a king, you know he always got sum to prove
Chillin' with my team, put 'em on the map, oh, that's my crew
Money in a big abundance bought some different colored shoes
We like competition, so we brought the action
Say you aggressive, but you're looking hella passive
Get to celebrating, when we bring them racks in
Think this a joke, but when his bro dead, he ain't laughing
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English

I ain't from the hood, you know I came straight from them 'burbs
Money was never an issue, I was taught to put it first
Cops, they put their lights down, but I lost them at the curb
I'm a money countin' addict, A in math, call me a nerd
Born and raised up on this block, it wasn't needed, but I served
I put California rocks over my wrist, go watch it surf
Chiefing way too many bowls to keep me high up with the birds
She been suckin' it for hours, told her"stop it's on your shirt"
She said"Ay papi, where's your card? I'm tryna buy the store"
My bitch, she a freak, the way she still have D up in her throat
We not Siamese, you is not my twin, neither my bro
Kman prodigy, youngin, he came from San Diego
I been rich since the womb, never had a problem, never comin' back
Choppa take you to your doom, Tripple-A make you take a step back
Never trust the ones who finna come to school with a rollie backpack
They the ones who rats, they gon' snitch out to the opps and laugh
The Kman been spreading all over the world, you know I'm so hot like disease
I'm bout to poison his cup, watch him hurl, I'm finna make him deceased
Oh, you want a verse but you wasn't there first, imma charge his ass 80 a piece
Yeah, shawty, I love you, I'm not tryna bug you, but you best not play me for keeps
Build my money up, pottery
I'm with my gouls in Tokyo, bitch call me Kaneki
Ever since I was 15, back in class, I knew I was oughta be
I can tell she f*ckin' with my sound, she say she fond of me
How the f*ck Amari get that money, he won the lottery
Put a couple bucks up on his head, made him a target
I got distracted with them beats, lil bae I'm sorry
You can fool me once, don't fool me twice, boy, you retarded
Put do not disturb on, baby, I ain't getting calls from no one else
See the pack of gas, it's hiding from me, high above the shelf
Dive inside the pussy deep, a swimmer just like Michael Phelps
I done came from making beats, no, me and T don't need no help
What you want from me, pussy boy, ain't got nothing for you
Kman been a king, you know he always got sum to prove
Chillin' with my team, put 'em on the map, oh, that's my crew
Money in a big abundance bought some different colored shoes
We like competition, so we brought the action
Say you aggressive, but you're looking hella passive
Get to celebrating, when we bring them racks in
Think this a joke, but when his bro dead, he ain't laughing
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Writer: Kellen Mesirow
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