lirikku.id
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #
.

Admit It - Kear Lyrics


By: Admin | Artist: K kear | Published: 2024-28-09T10:15:16:00+07:00
Admit It - Kear LyricsLirikku.ID - Admit It - Kear Lyrics: Halo Lirikku.ID, Dalam konten ini, kami menyediakan chord gitar untuk lagu "Admit It - Kear Lyrics" yang dinyanyikan oleh Toton K kear. Dengan chord yang disajikan, pemula atau penggemar musik dapat dengan mudah memainkan lagu ini dengan gitar mereka sendiri. Kami menyajikan chord dengan akurasi tinggi sehingga pemain dapat mengikuti alunan musiknya dengan baik. Juga, kami akan memberikan informasi tambahan mengenai lirik lagu dan mungkin beberapa tips untuk menyempurnakan permainan gitar. Konten ini cocok untuk penggemar musik yang ingin belajar lagu baru atau bagi mereka yang ingin menikmati kesenangan bermain musik dengan gitar. Silahkan disimak Admit It - Kear Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.

admit it lyrics
[intro: kear]
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh
okay

[chorus: kear]
dat n*gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage (cabbage)
he flexing with that counterfeit (that counterfeit)
dat n*gga wack his b*tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it (nah)
these b*tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (they be hating)

[verse 1: kear]
all these b*tches do is whan*whan get on with it (just get on with it)
and i really like to win*win i must admit it (i must admit it)
he a n0body he trynna make me seem like i ain’t doing sh*t
all the b*tches i cut off they wanna be my f*cking best friend (nah)
dat n*gga he broke as sh*t
dat n*gga be talking sh*t (i cannot hear it)
dat n*gga ain’t on sh*t
in my eyes he’s a little b*tch (little b*tch)
now he trynna be like me
copy everything i do
his b*tch wanna be like me
tried to copy all my moves
[verse 2: kear]
i don’t f*ck with the fake sh*t (nah)
b*tch get on with it
and i f*cked with a lame n*gga once i must admit it
why he asking all these questions
n*gga i don’t know sh*t (i don’t know sh*t)
better ask yo f*cking b*tch
she the one in my messages
i don’t think you get it
i just wanna get rich
i just want the blue benji’s wrapped up in them rubber bands (yeah)
don’t got time for non of these b*tches
no we cannot be friends
on my way to the money and i hit the shmoney dance
n*gga watch where you stepping
n*gga fake like some counterfeit
dat n*gga he can’t believe it
i’m doing sh*t he ain’t believe in
now them b*tches all on my d*ck
and i must admit it
i like the attention
n*gga keep on watching (keep on watching)
think i’m competition
i think that’s a compliment (huh)
n*gga ain’t gone ever f*cking win (huh)
worried bout a b*tch go get your bands (huh)
n*gga keep a eye out for your man’s (huh)
money fat just popped a rubber band (huh)
pop that b*tch like a rubber band (huh)
i played that n*gga like a dummy man (huh)
[chorus: kear]
dat n*gga sick somebody bring that boy some vicks
money green like cabbage
he flexing with that counterfeit (yeah)
dat n*gga wack his b*tch is basic
she don’t wanna face it
these b*tches so mad
and i see why they be hating (yeah)
all these b*tches do is whan*whan get on with it (get on with it)
and i really like to win*win i must admit it (i must admit it)


Saksikan Video Admit It - Kear Lyrics Berikut ini..


Random Song Lyrics :

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI

Loading...

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS BULAN INI

Loading...