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Tuscan Video (MV)




Performed By: KpX
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Samuel Phillips




KpX - Tuscan Lyrics
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Well, she giving me
Hell she giving me, yeah
Yeah, well, well
Well, she giving me hell
I pay for her hair, I pay for her nails
T shirt custom, made it myself
Meet you in customs, need the details
Imported it's Tuscan, just for the shelf
I'd rather shed tears on top of my wealth
More than the money, take care of my health
I'll bring all my niggas, I'm here for the belt
I just wanna thank you for the help
It's hard to do these these things by myself
I don't get choosy, I just get woozy
Ion sip, cruisin', iont do mood swings
You better get it together
We stay ahead of the schedule, yeah
Got to my mental, regretted some shit
I didn't wear red to this shit but I bled on this shit
Too many niggas look up to me, this for the kids
I'm tryna get all these pesos, that's what it is
Well she giving me, hell she giving me
Try not to dwell in my sympathy
Most of these friends have turned to my enemies
I've been the worst, don't bother defending me
Been finding the remedy
Scared to be lonely, scared to be sober
Stretched out Ford, I feel like the Kennedy's
These shots they don't get to me, ah
Amenities: Chauffeur, matte black Rover
Smoke, get closer to Hova
No shy nigga, they treat me like Sosa
I'll pay for my cousin to grow up, he pray that I blow up
Should see me here close up, you know what?
Bread and the fish in the basket, people been dying to have it
Shit is like magic, please check the brackets
Only white owners on top, it's sad but
I gotta drag em, f*ck em, smash these records
They cluckin', chickendheads scared of the oven
They roasted, next is your sister and mother
Don't need no white savior complex, brother
Well, she giving me hell
I pay for her hair, I pay for her nails
T shirt custom, made it myself
Meet you in customs, need the details
Imported it's Tuscan, just for the shelf
I'd rather shed tears on top of my wealth
More than the money, take care of my health
I'll bring all my niggas, I'm here for the belt
I just wanna thank you for the help
It's hard to do these these things by myself
I don't get choosy, I just get woozy
Ion sip, cruisin', iont do mood swings
You better get it together
We stay ahead of the schedule, yeah
Got to my mental, regretted some shit
I didn't wear red to this shit but I bled on this shit
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Well, she giving me
Hell she giving me, yeah
Yeah, well, well
Well, she giving me hell
I pay for her hair, I pay for her nails
T shirt custom, made it myself
Meet you in customs, need the details
Imported it's Tuscan, just for the shelf
I'd rather shed tears on top of my wealth
More than the money, take care of my health
I'll bring all my niggas, I'm here for the belt
I just wanna thank you for the help
It's hard to do these these things by myself
I don't get choosy, I just get woozy
Ion sip, cruisin', iont do mood swings
You better get it together
We stay ahead of the schedule, yeah
Got to my mental, regretted some shit
I didn't wear red to this shit but I bled on this shit
Too many niggas look up to me, this for the kids
I'm tryna get all these pesos, that's what it is
Well she giving me, hell she giving me
Try not to dwell in my sympathy
Most of these friends have turned to my enemies
I've been the worst, don't bother defending me
Been finding the remedy
Scared to be lonely, scared to be sober
Stretched out Ford, I feel like the Kennedy's
These shots they don't get to me, ah
Amenities: Chauffeur, matte black Rover
Smoke, get closer to Hova
No shy nigga, they treat me like Sosa
I'll pay for my cousin to grow up, he pray that I blow up
Should see me here close up, you know what?
Bread and the fish in the basket, people been dying to have it
Shit is like magic, please check the brackets
Only white owners on top, it's sad but
I gotta drag em, f*ck em, smash these records
They cluckin', chickendheads scared of the oven
They roasted, next is your sister and mother
Don't need no white savior complex, brother
Well, she giving me hell
I pay for her hair, I pay for her nails
T shirt custom, made it myself
Meet you in customs, need the details
Imported it's Tuscan, just for the shelf
I'd rather shed tears on top of my wealth
More than the money, take care of my health
I'll bring all my niggas, I'm here for the belt
I just wanna thank you for the help
It's hard to do these these things by myself
I don't get choosy, I just get woozy
Ion sip, cruisin', iont do mood swings
You better get it together
We stay ahead of the schedule, yeah
Got to my mental, regretted some shit
I didn't wear red to this shit but I bled on this shit
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Writer: Samuel Phillips
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