Kevin Federline

Kevin Federline - Snap lyrics

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See I'm done with this two-step

Man I just snap, Man I just snap, Man I just snap

And I ain't callin up for those drinks no more I just snap

Man I just snap, Man I just snap

And I ain't hollin at these ho's no more I just snap

Man I just snap, Man I just snap

And they know when it's time to go I just snap

Man I just snap, Man I just snape

When I say jump, You better start leapin'

When I say crawl, Then you better start creepin'

As soon as I hit the club, The weed smoke lingers

I don't say shit, I just snap fingers

Kev Federline and a whole set of dimes

'Cause Benjamin Franklin is a good friend of mine

I know your mad 'cause your girl wants to watch me

But I hate haters like the fucking paparazzi

Sit back and watch me, 'Cause you can't stop me

I'm drinkin French Connection, blowin on Broccli

You got lil dough, I got cake with no iceing

K-Federline, I snap like Mike Tyson

When I snap my fingers, Then your heads the target

Everywhere I go they drop the red carpet

I'm the pancake man, Fuck a hand shake man

I snap my fingers and nod my head

Girl make me happy and please make it snappy

I give you an order, you better run like an athlete

When Kev touchdown like the endzone

Snap, Valet man park the Ento

Without a scratch, and it's a fact

The rap game was locked, Until I broke the latch

Please, remember the name K-Fed

And I ain't even drunk, the media want Kev dead

Twistin' up every little word that Kev said

Well tell them fuckerazzis they can give Kev head

I snap like they do in Atlanta

Peep, the ice care, Got Juelz like Santana

I ain't tryin to get to yell and shit

So when you hear that snap, then get the hell in the whip

And chickenheads they scare me, Tryin' to get near me

Like "Kev you still married? "

Yeah bitch, you can holla' and call security

I'm sick with 10 mills, the only thing that's curing me

Yeah, I'm hotter than a pizza oven

Magazines drop the lies and I precede the clubbin'

I'm poppin' bottles, all the models, like to see me comin'

All you ladies pay attention I'll teach you somethin'

Louis Vaton from my feet to my arm

If your broke than your probably thinkin' I'm speakin' in tongue

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