Song parody of
Kenan & Kel
by Ky Porter and Tunka
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How you doing
I'm good, I'm fine, I'm chilling
Let's go
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Brand new pack in the trap you can smell
Me and my brother like Keenan and Kel
Brodie locked up down the road yea
I'm tryna save money for his bail
And I knew that these niggas be 12 they report back like elves on the shelf (like what)
He a dope boy he know that he feening
I'm smoking gas and I feel it
Baby baby
She trynna hang with the gang
She trynna hang with the wolves (mhm)
Fucking that bread up yea
Fucking my bread up yea
And these niggas be hating so long like derez Deshon got me fed up
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Brand new pack in the trap you can smell
Me and my brother like Keenan and Kel
Brodie locked up down the road yea
I'm tryna save money for his bail
And I knew that these niggas be 12 they report back like elves on the shelf (like what)
He a dope boy he know that he feening
I'm smoking gas and I feel it
I run around like an evil nigga ain talking bout 666
And he talking bout he fucking bad bitches
Man he know that he capped on his dick
And they talk bout the water I sip
I'm sippin' Figi it come of my wrist
Hit lil' baby with the yea mhm
I'm coming hard for the time that I missed
Shoutout to Ky that's my dog
And I promise you that we won't fall
Hit that bitch from the back hit the woah
Speed it up and I start going slow
One time for one
Two times for the two
Three times for the motherfucking gang
And to all my brothers that's gone
Man I swear that I love y'all the same
Uh, I love all my girls the same
Uh, talk too much you might get stained up
Let me just tell you my name
S-I-D-E piece, that's what I call her I don't know her name
K-E-L oh
Sippin' orange soda straight to the brain
Please keep a secret don't tell
Brand new pack in the trap you can smell
Me and my brother like Keenan and Kel
Brodie locked up down the road yea
I'm tryna save money for his bail
And I knew that these niggas be 12 they report back like elves on the shelf (like what)
He a dope boy he know that he feening
I'm smoking gas and I feel it (baby baby)
How you doing
I'm good, I'm fine, I'm chilling
Let's go
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Brand new pack in the trap you can smell
Me and my brother like Keenan and Kel
Brodie locked up down the road yea
I'm tryna save money for his bail
And I knew that these niggas be 12 they report back like elves on the shelf (like what)
He a dope boy he know that he feening
I'm smoking gas and I feel it
Baby baby
She trynna hang with the gang
She trynna hang with the wolves (mhm)
Fucking that bread up yea
Fucking my bread up yea
And these niggas be hating so long like derez Deshon got me fed up
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Yea mhm, Yea mhm, Yea mhm
Brand new pack in the trap you can smell
Me and my brother like Keenan and Kel
Brodie locked up down the road yea
I'm tryna save money for his bail
And I knew that these niggas be 12 they report back like elves on the shelf (like what)
He a dope boy he know that he feening
I'm smoking gas and I feel it
I run around like an evil nigga ain talking bout 666
And he talking bout he fucking bad bitches
Man he know that he capped on his dick
And they talk bout the water I sip
I'm sippin' Figi it come of my wrist
Hit lil' baby with the yea mhm
I'm coming hard for the time that I missed
Shoutout to Ky that's my dog
And I promise you that we won't fall
Hit that bitch from the back hit the woah
Speed it up and I start going slow
One time for one
Two times for the two
Three times for the motherfucking gang
And to all my brothers that's gone
Man I swear that I love y'all the same
Uh, I love all my girls the same
Uh, talk too much you might get stained up
Let me just tell you my name
S-I-D-E piece, that's what I call her I don't know her name
K-E-L oh
Sippin' orange soda straight to the brain
Please keep a secret don't tell
Brand new pack in the trap you can smell
Me and my brother like Keenan and Kel
Brodie locked up down the road yea
I'm tryna save money for his bail
And I knew that these niggas be 12 they report back like elves on the shelf (like what)
He a dope boy he know that he feening
I'm smoking gas and I feel it (baby baby)
