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lbs kee’vin – cd كلمات اغاني

[intro]
sharke on the beat

[verse]
n_ggas act like they know me, i’m a meal ticket (meal ticket)
pillow talkin’ to b_tches, i’ma still hit it (still hit it)
addicted to trappin’, that why we still in it (still in it)
re_up with the backend, my n_ggas still with it (still with it)
n_ggas know i’m a problem, gotta deal with it (deal with it)
the bottom with sharke, i gave ’em a deal with it (deal with it)
no navy, i wrap the pack and i’m sealin’ it
12 pull me over, i tuck the gun, i’m conceilin’ it
i don’t want no neighbors, they might f_ck around and tell
like why the f_ck he get so many shipments in the mail?
i left it outside, now they complainin’ ’bout the smell
“why you trappin’ and you rappin’?,” n_gga, ask my clientele
my family dependin’ on me, gotta stay out of jail
if they catch me with it again, they not givin’ me bail
tryna put me behind bars, i’m just tryna make a sale
if she down for the ’cause, i put my b_tch in chanel
my brother stuffin’ all his problems in a russian cream
while i promise a b_tch the world, i just sold her another dream
money taller than cauley_stein, in my city, b_tch, i’m a king
in the huddle, yo’ hand out, you was never part of the team, team
headshot for all my enemies
know you never thought you’d see a n_gga shine like this before
big snakes on my denim jeans
i just spend a thousand dollars on some new christian diors

[chorus]
spend a thousand dollars on the christian dior
b_tch, i got this sh_t out the mud, i had to sleep on the floor
never call 9_11, but we pull up in porches
n_ggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin’ informants
i’ma get rich or die tryin’
tell her “suck it” and that ho do what i say like i’m simon
i done made a fortune off of rhymin’
labels offer me a mil’ with a brick, should i sign it?
spend a thousand dollars on the christian dior
b_tch, i got this sh_t out the mud, i had to sleep on the floor
never call 9_11, but we pull up in porches
n_ggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin’ informants
i’ma get rich or die tryin’
tell her “suck it” and that ho do what i say like i’m simon
i done made a fortune off of rhymin’
labels offer me a mil’ with a brick, should i sign it?

- lbs keevin

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