Lyrics:
half to a key
If these alone 'gon cause me a G
My flow too deadly baby
No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby
No shakin you still wanted to pop off
What?! Let's Go, lets ride
Fuck wrong with this nigga?
Fuck this nigga tryin ta do somethin?
Gimme the motherfuckin keys, let's go
Got this nigga
This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard
Shaolin... "makin money"
Niggaz in
Sticky and X1]
I want the coke spots cartell the drug blocks
I want mad guns four 5's and magnums
I want my own club mad dough wit no love
I want
till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two jamaicans arguin
quiet don't make bail
Umpteen years for move'n keys
Ironic he's locked up in jail
Outside he is idolized
My sister's class and ask the boys
They
J. Issac:
I search the world looking for a song to match our love,
Search radio stations, search the internet, search the clubs,
Though some come
me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
Skilled at the art of making enemies
So if you got beef
Better
the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop
We at the Eagle, cook 'em all as they
keep on talkin let's get it crackin'
Get ya girl stomped ou in the club, I make it happen
I got this, Diddy done let me out
Out chick, spit sick when
the clubs can sing to
my song tellin me that I love your single
I love you I'm single no you don't
its just my pockets jingle I know you want
you want keys
[O.C.]
Yo, I'm in the Rover with my co-defendant, the club ended
Wolves posted out in front of the spot, I'm feelin vengeance in the air
Some kids
Peepin' out the window when she hear me jingle my keys
Right now I'm thinking that it's to the point that she wanna be me
This broad is quick to copy
the bicuspidses in my jaws
When I rock it feel like you bein fucked
on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores
This is for the niggaz in the clubs with
an Audemar take 2 bitches in my car
And if the cops tryna catch me up I will fly and go to Mars
Run the town I got them keys, put 2 hundred on some J’s
I will
city
Everybody's got a gun
We don’t care to take it anywhere
We got it in the club
Drinkin' up, we livin' life
I got these Backwoods full of Runtz
Now
afraid
Guns loaded chopper in trunk
Cold hearted niggas we will drop a body
Lil Milli know where to dump
We in the club popping bottles getting drunk
mary’s everyone getting caught now
Showin' me respect, cause I look like a boss now
I’m flossed out you step in the club and get tossed out
Yeah you wasn’t
My girl hits me back up
Im all doll'd up, we about to hit the club
Get drunk
Musics bumpin heavy
She said lets drink
Walkin to the bar, I look up
and the way that she smile, make a nigga feel like he been dreaming
See you stay in the crib you ain't one of these bitches that be in the club Every weekend
Ekekebe it's Banky W
Met a fine girl up in the club she dey whine well
The way she dey make me dey happy
Then I heard she was married oh no
Met
me
Take it all back to the sheets
So that's what we did
Uber to your crib
4AM, club was done at 2
We still gettin' lit, we still get it in
Got that
to Jay Electra
I’m just a soldier of love
Drowning all my sorrows and woes
In the club for real
I gotta leave the bench
Gotta asses my friends
Gotta get
key
You are now rocking with the legend
Recorde na time is of the essence
Menni hour, menni minute, menni seconds
Forget past now deal with the present
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