Song parody of
The Blues
by K Dot
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I ain't got shit to prove
I took hella L's now I know how to lose
Capping in yo captions i be laughing I ain't mad at you
Enjoy it while you can, when I pop out man it's over for you
I don't want these bitches, I want money, pray I get the blues
Locked in, I'm back on my grind laced up my tennis shoes
It's no option, need it in every way I cannot make excuses
Serving zips on the clock and on the Tok, forever making music
They gone see me at the top one day asking each other how she do it
She in love with me
She like how I look she wanna fuck with me
How many bands can pay for disrespect? I need above 20
The way she throw it back she make me Proud I think I love Penny
Got a smooth mouth, but I'm 'bout that action, come get up with me
Used to be there in one call
Nowadays I don't talk at all
Bitches they be praying I fall
You was just a lesson not a loss
Petty drama I don't get involved
Got a problem Ima get it solved
Forever on, I can't fall off
Fuck the world, and we fucking raw
Look at lil Kenedi, I'm flexed up
Tried to count me out, they done messed up
Now a nigga running my check up
Tweaking for it cause I know I'm next up
Hating niggas they cannot effect us
Remember days bitches would neglect us
Now it's hella bitches tryna sex us
I'm just tryna fuck you from the neck up
Shit to prove
I took hella L's now I know how to lose
Capping in yo captions i be laughing I ain't mad at you
When I pop out man it's over for you
I don't want these bitches, I want money, pray I get the blues
I ain't got shit to prove
I took hella L's now I know how to lose
Capping in yo captions i be laughing I ain't mad at you
Enjoy it while you can, when I pop out man it's over for you
I don't want these bitches, I want money, pray I get the blues
Locked in, I'm back on my grind laced up my tennis shoes
It's no option, need it in every way I cannot make excuses
Serving zips on the clock and on the Tok, forever making music
They gone see me at the top one day asking each other how she do it
I ain't got shit to prove
I took hella L's now I know how to lose
Capping in yo captions i be laughing I ain't mad at you
Enjoy it while you can, when I pop out man it's over for you
I don't want these bitches, I want money, pray I get the blues
Locked in, I'm back on my grind laced up my tennis shoes
It's no option, need it in every way I cannot make excuses
Serving zips on the clock and on the Tok, forever making music
They gone see me at the top one day asking each other how she do it
She in love with me
She like how I look she wanna fuck with me
How many bands can pay for disrespect? I need above 20
The way she throw it back she make me Proud I think I love Penny
Got a smooth mouth, but I'm 'bout that action, come get up with me
Used to be there in one call
Nowadays I don't talk at all
Bitches they be praying I fall
You was just a lesson not a loss
Petty drama I don't get involved
Got a problem Ima get it solved
Forever on, I can't fall off
Fuck the world, and we fucking raw
Look at lil Kenedi, I'm flexed up
Tried to count me out, they done messed up
Now a nigga running my check up
Tweaking for it cause I know I'm next up
Hating niggas they cannot effect us
Remember days bitches would neglect us
Now it's hella bitches tryna sex us
I'm just tryna fuck you from the neck up
Shit to prove
I took hella L's now I know how to lose
Capping in yo captions i be laughing I ain't mad at you
When I pop out man it's over for you
I don't want these bitches, I want money, pray I get the blues
I ain't got shit to prove
I took hella L's now I know how to lose
Capping in yo captions i be laughing I ain't mad at you
Enjoy it while you can, when I pop out man it's over for you
I don't want these bitches, I want money, pray I get the blues
Locked in, I'm back on my grind laced up my tennis shoes
It's no option, need it in every way I cannot make excuses
Serving zips on the clock and on the Tok, forever making music
They gone see me at the top one day asking each other how she do it