Lyrics:
lock the door, got a key that gon' fit yours
That awkward pause, when you see he a rich boss
Then start supporting my dreams when I lift off
Y'all get
the Cadillac
Take the keys baby you ain't gotta hand em back
Go crazy baby you know I can handle that
Scorsese lady show me where the cameras at
Go and tell
And you know we don't stop until your party ends
So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply
'Cause you know these brothers here, we keep it extra
your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, aha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, aha",
me off the road
I don't even care about the lights, no mo
I don't even care about the lights, no mo
Keys in my hands, I'm driving, yeah
Keys in my
she knocked at the door
I was standing with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club was lit when
thorough
She four reading Cornrows by Camille Yarborough
I keep her hair braided, bought her a black Barbie
I keep her mind free; she ain't no black
yeah)
Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater
dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her
She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid
Wavin' her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her
diamonds, shoulda gave you his heart, ya see?
Jealousy strikes again, but she, said I'm just tryna wave at the man,
then he, turned her eyes black and blue
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in
off my black ski mask
Man she's bad
"This was all her choice
look at her she's moist" 8x
"Teach the bitch a lesson
Squeeze the smith and Wesson
Eat her
George Floyd
Say her name
Breonna Taylor
Hey Hey
(Hands up)
Ho Ho
(Don’t shoot)
These racist cops have got to go
(Hands up, Don’t shoot)
Hey Hey
and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
one, two (Yo come on black
You gonna tell her about me, what's up with that?)
That's Attitude Adjuster, my homey
Huggin' more girls than Bellica Rolee
You get slapped up, you ain't really bad
Big nigga, I'm bigger and I'm bad
Zim, zimma then I put her in a cab
Zim zimma
A who got the keys fi de
a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep
and took my shirt off
She said my skin was soft
Then slipped her hand
Between my stomach and my waist band
Man, I couldn't take it no more
Fuck
not like flies
Realize your limit ain't the skies
Black men keep droppin
(Vultures, plottin on my demise)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
Megan to dance before he shot her (word)
Put your hands on your knees, shake your ass on some thot shit
That's what Tory told Megan before she got hit
on her waist and time's hands on his neck
He missed his chance to dance with her, she both lust and death
The first-born, more attachment
His first prom,
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