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Soon Lyrics by Kaby

Era of the Try Hard

2018

[Intro]
All these little...
Illegitimate feelings

[Verse 1]
Illegitimate feeling
You wanna competish
They chatty-patty-
Wanna rally round to have a dish
A little kiss, a little peck
They wanna nuzzle cheek
They got that fuzzy-wuzzy feeling from a little tea
Yeah, sippin, finger flickin
While they suckin at they teeth
Some become the spider, others in the web that, weave
I pull up bangin me, the album got a feel to it
Bumpin like your key do with you
You can hit a rail to it
I hit a snail to it
I'm riding super slow
They tryna allocate my booth, I got that superflow
A Clark, a Kent, a budget spent
I never gave up shit for Lent
But rather gave up shit for life

So 'fore-there K don't give a shit...

[Hook]
Why they all on my
Why they talkin that shit
Why they be back and forth bout shit
They Harpo with the lip
I'm kinda cold with the script
And I been known how to flip
I'm mindfreakin bitches
Chris 'Angel-in the Outfield' with it
Ay, is you catchin my drift?
Do you pick up on signs?
I kept it 100 with 'em
Damnit, why they fuck on mine?
Ay, why they just leaves in the wind
And they'll die off soon?

(Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Poppin that middnouth
You poppin, your jaw be unlocking
Rockin like Rodman
Them freaky lil bitches ain't silent
I hit her with wood like I'm Sonny
Bono wit the skis
I want the Rollie lookin like I left it out to freeze
I got these leeches they latchin on
They hanging for life
They on my dick like a cliff
And man I'm not a Klondike-

IKE-IKE-IKE
Tell me what would you do
Got a limit to my pimpin
There's some shit that ain't cool
I'm a vigilante when it's come to the pussy
Imma run you for that Bape, Balmain, and even that Stussy
What did Pac say, 'don't push me.'
They still on my dick
So I'm on lever like pully
Just leanin like a bitch

[Hook]
Why they all on my
Why they talkin that shit
Why they be back and forth bout shit
They Harpo with the lip
I'm kinda cold with the script
And I been known how to flip
I'm mindfreakin bitches
Chris 'Angel-in the Outfield' with it
Ay, is you catchin my drift?
Do you pick up on signs?
I kept it 100 with 'em
Damnit, why they fuck on mine?
Ay, why they just leaves in the wind
And they'll die off soon?

[Outro]
Why they just
Leaves in the wind
And they'll die off soon
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About “Soon” by Kaby

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"Soon" appears on "Era of the Try Hard" in 2018.

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