FeltzPreviews - Konnen lyrics

Chicks p**y taste like a box of Raisinets Another damn song i wonder if they hate it yet Did you know my sidechick is your girlfriend Flow so cold your gonna need some Nyquil Shout out to all my cousins They see im ballin' everyday i went from nothing to something About time we change the subject Ive always been hustlin' or in the trap cuttin' up All my clientele's are like thank you They come to fight there Demons cos they think I'm an angel I ain't going prison but ive seen plenty sentences Teeth in the clips come and meet your dentist If your scared go to church be a seventh day Adventists And when they near feltz they know where the event is Pounds signs is my only grind I say the truth and they still hate me But Ain't nothing meant to be funny The only thing i know is to make money All my clientele's want something from me My flow is gully all these hoes still love me Ringing my phone man they bug me Selling that buddy to every culture I hate being sober I dont wanna end up in the can like a soda Got a cobra in the fields like we Kony All my squad bang man like bang bang in your camp van I'm the man of the year not just the month I ain't had enough i bust the shot get money then duck Now all these hoes wanna f** Girls sending selfie's so ive gotta look But can read every ho like a book I'm a book thats wrote a book Best be shook Of the hook So as i peddle thru the wind Got these feds on my skin Out ere's like icicle's But i ain't got no time to fall