Video Kya de Amine 2024 Rap Lyrics

Amine - Kya Lyrics

K&A Song Lyrics
K&A by Amine Yeah, yeah
You know
She called me on my phone, asked me what I'm sippin' on
Look

Louis in my cup
Louis on my clothes
Lou smoking gabagoo, we pass that pick n' roll

My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes
All my money straight, so Aminé never fold

I'm back on, back on, back on sh*t
They thought was hard, I passed on b**ch
I'm Dre I get my Mac on, if that ass is fast I last long

Found solace in promises
Kept by b**ches who swallowin'
All my kids, they keep gobblin'
Write for who? They keep hollerin'

A&R's with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence 'em
Niggas hate but they wanna be us
Jealousy be so fond of us

Presidential on my wrist, now I'm the head of state
Everybody want the fame, but don't know what it take

Can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation

So it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want nigga
I said it's it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want nigga

Leases on your chain, leases on your chain
Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain

Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same
It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame

More cap in this rap sh*t than your graduation
Hatin' niggas be the ones out here congratulatin'
I don't know who you are, beef ain't nothin' to moi
Niggas be delusional, thinking we close but we far

You out of place
Get my weed out of state
Pretty b**ches give me face
On her knees like rolling trays

Got a main and bae
Don't care what these niggas say
Ballin' f**k a resume
Pull her hair, f**k the lace
(That's very true)

I got plaques to give my kids
But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this sh*t

Can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation
I said, can't be your true self while seeking validation
Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation

So it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want nigga
I said it's it's K to the, A to the
A to the, K to the
Doin' what we want 'cause we want

Hatin' niggas I'm sick of
When we talk you listen
Fight in me my fist up
Control sh*t like SZA

Hatin' niggas I'm sick of
When we talk you listen
Fight in me my fist up
Control sh*t like SZA

Yeah
Wake up, wake up
Yeah, yeah
Wake up

Gone for a moment but not forever, not for long
Throw up your K&As
Remind these niggas man, look

Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B
My biggest haters niggas who didn't make the league
Sold out dates
Seen on seven seas
Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUVs
Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze
Rappers kick the same sh*t, but couldn't match the fee
b**ch I'm in my bag, not in the industry
The flow so player play this sh*t in the limousine
Okay, rappers wrap it up
KAYTRAMINÉ best rap album, competition none
"Underrated," they tryna act like I ain't drop seventy one
Sickamore said it best, all you niggas bums

These niggas keep on talkin' in my ear like I care, but I don't
Shorty's unsending DMs, that rappers won't
Talk to me dicey
'Cause they know the verse is getting very, very pricey
Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance
503 in AZ, b**ch I look like Terrance
Know you listenin', but you don't f**kin' hear us
Y'all can keep countin' me out, I'm just gone my carats
I put Halle Berry in my close friends
Why the f**k would all you niggas think I need anymore friends?
I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes
b**ch I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole

Yeah, y'all talkin' like we equals when we know you smeagles
Two face niggas don't understand we gone see through
All that bullsh*t that you hiding
True colors always show, it's always perfect timing