Kimmie Blanco lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Verse 1]
It’s Kimmie Blanco, female Keyser Söze
Take over the game, Hercules conquer
That b*tch know how I get down, they already prompt her
So while you leave the screen, beam aiming, here’s your encore
We strapped in them V12s, no seat belts
So much money that the bills pay themselves
So much honey, killer bees in the shelves
Extra gunpowder, cocaine in the shells
Yea, y'all b*tches kinda hot, meet hell
Scarface, in them Loub red heels
I swear I got them b*tches running like a treadmill
Fictitious little b*tches, but I make you dead real
And at the end, you won’t even have a friend to get
Made b*tch, I got the keys from the syndicate
So f*ck it if it ain't old, I like my money vintage
Walls got so much plaques I gotta call a dentist

[Hook] x2
I am Kimmie Blanco, Blanco
The motherf*cking head honcho, honcho
So you better have your poncho, poncho
About to rain on you pronto, pronto

[Verse 2]
It’s Kimmie Blanco, get to know the name
I go off on tracks like derailed trains
I don't do the airports when I board my planes
You hustle all wrong, you only chase the fame
Plant a few seeds, that’s how I catch you birdbrains
La jarena of the game, like I'm from Medellin
I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya
You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya
Let’s get it jumping, like a motherf*cking tip-off
I come through and let a clip off
They like "Oh, I think she p*ssed off"
Nah, it ain't nothing to a f*cking boss
One head now you getting dust off
I be out in Morocco sipping Moscato
While n*ggas popping ya top, we popping the bottle
b*tch your time is up, word to Mavado
Now you know not to f*ck with the Kimmie Blanco motherf*cker
[Hook] x2
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