Lyrics:
Some guy says it should not be worn by me
But I say
Not playing with the white keys, singing
Not playing with the white keys, singing
Only playing with
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
here tryna get paid
Down on my ones
Don't wanna get held back by the thoughts of mistakes I made
Carving a path gonna make my way
Ain't tryna think
Melodic embargo, please, you know what's in the cargo
I ship keys, my nigga, never eat escargot
Key a cop's car, cop keys in Key Largo
Queens get
cracked open feel a slight wind
I take my time as I ease into step ten
Believe when my only reasons for this hon' is pleasin'
Stickin' my keys in your
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
Maserati matte black, getting head on a good day
When I go get the new Bentley
I just wanna flex on my bitch, she a bird
Yeah, dat way
Pick up the phone
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
lives can’t matter till black do
Hey queen, hey king
I see you! All lives can’t matter till black do
We built this country but get treated like
play me, dawg my name not DVD
Uh, yeah
I'm on a plane so don't disturb,
Me and Nevo taking flight, kicking hoes right to the curb
Busta standing by my
looking for me
And you'll be waiting for me
Cause I will
I'll be speeding on the way
And when I get there
I'll get you right
You called my phone
blockwork
First it was bud then it was crack
I'm changing shirts like bitches not sure
They don't even know who I am
I'm running low key till my buzz
we fuck around
Keep puffin loud till I got the text
From my homie saying that they used to date
Till she she blew his mate and had a lot of sex
If you
the cracks
Always got that para attached
White keys typing away
Black trees looking my way
White keys typing away
Black trees looking my way
It's Friday, one
key to get you warm, know how to turn you on
I swear when I turn you on, I won't disturb your mom
Fluids flowing through your body, got you burning warm
key to get you warm, know how to turn you on
I swear when I turn you on, I won't disturb your mom
Fluids flowing through your body, got you burning warm
It ain't no need to be alarmed shh baby be call
I got that key to get you warm know how to turn you on
I swear when I turn you on I won't disturb your
Nothing more than a dreamer
Now I fuck those same girls
In the back of my black beamer
Godbody
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got
I'm overcoming every obstacle in my way
Any giant rises up gonna gonna get slayed
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
pray together
To get us through the bad weather, and we love you forever
Let your thought and my heart go hand in hand
I first thought but to start,
it for the ones who be deserving of my energy
I don't get gassed by who's tryna get next to me
Niggas chose pussy, b I chose equity
I've been told May
Spirit and energy that affect my agility
That's validity
Plus humility
I beg, please, peace
I bag you like dough
Better yet I bag you like some you hold
tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics
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