KenTheMan – WTF Lyrics

WTF Lyrics – KenTheMan

Yeah
You know how I’m comin’
They know how I’m comin’
Ayy, look

I don’t pay my bills
What the ***’s a lease?
Boy, we ain’t in Paris
What the ***’s a we?
I-I get what I want
I don’t have a need
Would *** with with yo ***
But he ain’t got the cheese

Yeah, I’m from the H
But I stay outta town
These *** stay in the city
But they stay gettin’ around
You want a *** sellin’ them grams
I want a *** sellin’ them pounds
This *** be poppin’ for ballers
It do not pop for the triers (And uh)
I don’t bang but it’s blue gang
I done blew ten racks like it’s loose change
And I don’t save contacts, who’s this?
Yes, all my whores got no names
And I heard y’all payin’ for a *** life
Oh, you hoes should be ashamed
(***, can you what?)
Not my call, I ain’t getting yo *** up in my name
I been getting looks
*** overlooked
Feelings getting hurt
Niggas getting took
Walk-throughs cost some money
See me, know it’s booked
I can’t *** with these niggas
‘Cause niggas actin’ sus

I don’t pay my bills
What the ***’s a lease?
Boy, we ain’t in Paris
What the ***’s a we?
I-I get what I want
I don’t have a need
Would *** with with your ***
But he ain’t got the cheese

Ugh, I hate these niggas
They lucky I even date these niggas
I use ’em up, I’ma fake these niggas
I am a boss, I can make these niggas
Capital One, can’t chase these niggas
Nope, *** with me, it’s like some ***
Left him, say he couldn’t cope
It’s so hard to let it go
Uh, I’m in my Benz
All blacked out, can’t see through the tint
Ain’t just me, it’s me and the ren
They know ain’t no being with them
Ain’t nothin’ better than being alive
Ain’t nothin’ better than making it spin
I’ve been havin’ my way with the ***
So much money I play with the ***
Ooh, ooh, I got status
Top notch ***, I can’t share it
***, *** me, he gon’ air it
I’m too poppin’, he too average, and
If you want a picture, come and take it, why you starin’?
I done counted so much money
Got me actin’ like a Karen (Um, do you live here?)

I don’t pay my bills
What the ***’s a lease?
Boy, we ain’t in Paris
What the ***’s a we?
I-I get what I want
I don’t have a need
Would *** with with your ***
But he ain’t got the cheese

Where’s your key?
No, you can’t stay over here with me
No, no, it’s no way
Not this young black ***
No, no, way
I’m gonna call the cops