Maybelline by Kevin Demitri Lyrics
They like Kevin what you mean yea
My clique yea we rolling deep yea
We the hottest on the scene yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Put a chopper in your spleen yea
Everything I cook up clean yea
Throw it up for d.a.g yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Stop it
Dat pocket watching
Gotta cock it
Keep a pocket rocket
Slug in yo eye socket
I’m the plug no socket
Freshest on the market
Eat breakfast with my target
Then i mark em
For a milli
Don’t need a stylist
No billy
But I’m in a Cyrus
Baby mama got green hair
She look like eilish
Drinking heavy
Like I’m Irish
That boy got finessed
He no the brightest
Switch it up
Right back to the club
Wit a bad bitch backing up the truck
You’re outta luck
She for the team
Said she gone pop that shit for dag
She on the bean
She make a scene
Can’t be seen
Gotta keep shit clean
Like saline
We gone wash em out
Better watch your mouth
Without a doubt
Poured a duece in my henny
Talk ab a drought
We rolling out
Like autobots
But we deceptacons
So you never know what we be on
They like Kevin what you mean yea
My clique yea we rolling deep yea
We the hottest on the scene yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Put a chopper in your spleen yea
Everything I cook up clean yea
Throw it up for d.a.g yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Damn this different
Give no fuck ab opinion
I’m so ignorant
I go belligerent
Like a fat boy tryna lose weight
So determined
I can show you how to flip a plate
Turn the 2 to a 4 a 4 to a 8
Still bumping old jay n Kanye
Fresh to death
I showed the grim reaper, how to dress
You got sauce, u got juice
I got the glue
I be rolling with the fiends
Street dreams
Got my pockets all blue
Like they caught the flu
Cook this shit like stew
Overdue
In a coupe
Drop the roof
In a drink
Bill cosby
Just watch me
I get lazy
I’m leaning
Good evening
I was married to a angel
Now I’m fucking on a demon
What’s the reason
That Demitri is the realest in the region
Stay scheming
Go crazy on the beat like a psych ward
She blew me like a clarinet
No squidward
Get to shooting shit no Star Wars
Catch me popping xans at the Grammy awards
Go on tour
I need more
That’s the cure
In Miami and I’m chilling wit a zombie
Catch a op lacking and I’m shmurda dancing, over his dead body
Like I’m Bobby
Still the same nigga
Still pull a trigger
Still boxer walking
With the hilfiger
Still take a whole bottle of
Liqour
I’m still Kevin Demitri the grave digger
Now let it bounce let it bounce
My clique yea we rolling deep yea
We the hottest on the scene yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Put a chopper in your spleen yea
Everything I cook up clean yea
Throw it up for d.a.g yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Stop it
Dat pocket watching
Gotta cock it
Keep a pocket rocket
Slug in yo eye socket
I’m the plug no socket
Freshest on the market
Eat breakfast with my target
Then i mark em
For a milli
Don’t need a stylist
No billy
But I’m in a Cyrus
Baby mama got green hair
She look like eilish
Drinking heavy
Like I’m Irish
That boy got finessed
He no the brightest
Switch it up
Right back to the club
Wit a bad bitch backing up the truck
You’re outta luck
She for the team
Said she gone pop that shit for dag
She on the bean
She make a scene
Can’t be seen
Gotta keep shit clean
Like saline
We gone wash em out
Better watch your mouth
Without a doubt
Poured a duece in my henny
Talk ab a drought
We rolling out
Like autobots
But we deceptacons
So you never know what we be on
They like Kevin what you mean yea
My clique yea we rolling deep yea
We the hottest on the scene yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Put a chopper in your spleen yea
Everything I cook up clean yea
Throw it up for d.a.g yea
My bitch wear no maybelline yea
Damn this different
Give no fuck ab opinion
I’m so ignorant
I go belligerent
Like a fat boy tryna lose weight
So determined
I can show you how to flip a plate
Turn the 2 to a 4 a 4 to a 8
Still bumping old jay n Kanye
Fresh to death
I showed the grim reaper, how to dress
You got sauce, u got juice
I got the glue
I be rolling with the fiends
Street dreams
Got my pockets all blue
Like they caught the flu
Cook this shit like stew
Overdue
In a coupe
Drop the roof
In a drink
Bill cosby
Just watch me
I get lazy
I’m leaning
Good evening
I was married to a angel
Now I’m fucking on a demon
What’s the reason
That Demitri is the realest in the region
Stay scheming
Go crazy on the beat like a psych ward
She blew me like a clarinet
No squidward
Get to shooting shit no Star Wars
Catch me popping xans at the Grammy awards
Go on tour
I need more
That’s the cure
In Miami and I’m chilling wit a zombie
Catch a op lacking and I’m shmurda dancing, over his dead body
Like I’m Bobby
Still the same nigga
Still pull a trigger
Still boxer walking
With the hilfiger
Still take a whole bottle of
Liqour
I’m still Kevin Demitri the grave digger
Now let it bounce let it bounce