Paroles de la chanson Keep It 100 par Young Nudy

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Paroles de la chanson Keep It 100 par Young Nudy

Y'all fuck niggas gon' die as a fuck nigga
Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one
You gon' live to be a fuck nigga, you a fuck nigga

Get you popped, and I swear to God, put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God, but I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas, that's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie, no Rich Homie

And I keep that stick, 30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch, she on my dick, homie

I shoot that motherfucker 'til I can't squeeze, and I got .223s
Shootin' that motherfucker 'til I can't breathe
And I can't get no sleep
I'ma squeeze 'til you can't see
Stick just hit off, I just took off
And I just kept shootin' at your soul, nigga, fuck ya
I got your bitch in my spot, and she suckin' my dick
And I hit her from the back, no rubber
I'ma feed that baby, bitch nigga, and it's a bastard

The bitch done fell in love with a robber
Street nigga, yeah, I'm a trapper
Get money, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper
Bitch, I'm not Flasha
And I'm flashin' 'cause I got diamonds
I'm shinin', bling bling, as you can see
And you all on my nuts, bitch, you can't breathe, let me breathe
Bad back, you squeeze
Go and sell these penguins, nothin' but keys
Kick her off my back, I'm like a dog, but I hate fleas
I'ma get money, for real, dog, count up that blue cheese
Thinkin' bout robbin' niggas, that's it, dog
Get that boys ???
I hit licks, nigga, on me
You cannot rob no robber, nigga, you kidding me? (Pussy nigga)

How the fuck you niggas envy me?
How the fuck you niggas actin' like you niggas wanna get rid of me?
Thought we were all in, thought we were all friends
'Til that money came in

Get you popped, and I swear to God, put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God, but I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas, that's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie
Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie, no Rich Homie

And I keep that stick, 30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch, she on my dick, homie

Settin' up shop, takin' over your block, and we smokin' shit
Call the cops, but this shit won't stop, we be rollin' shit
Damn, I'm kickin' shit, and I'm still in the Six, nigga
Say you want me dead, nigga, you ain't did shit, nigga
Kickin' up my feet, let them folk know who run this shit, nigga
And I be in that EA, East Atlanta, that's my shit, nigga
ATW watchin' me, they say I got all these sticks, nigga

I'll get a nigga spinned, nigga, homicide shit, nigga
Throwin' it up, gang ties, say they on my ass
4L got the pyramid, whole block on smash
Get them grass, nigga talk too much, shoot that boy too fast
I'm so gangster, I'm an alley boy, catch 'em being bad

Get you popped, and I swear to God, put that on my kids
Don't tell no lies to my God, but I lie to "your honor"
I gotta keep it street, fuck them niggas, that's one hunnid
They ain't keep it street so them niggas not one hunnid
You's a bitch, you's a snitch, oh, you switched, homie, bitch, homie

Damn, I get that money, I'm a rich homie, no Rich Homie
And I keep that stick, 30 round and that Glick on me
Smokin' on designer, and your bitch, she on my dick, homie

Ha
Nigga

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