cash click boog – keys to the streets lyrics
[chorus: cash cl!ck boog & tee grizzley]
b-tches barely noticed me when it was bad
now the tables turned and i sit back and laugh
key to the rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
i got the keys to the streets, don’t get a key put on your -ss
b-tches barely noticed me when it was bad
now the tables turned and i sit back and laugh
key to the rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
i got the keys to the streets, don’t get a key put on your -ss
[verse 1: tee grizzley]
bro just popped a pill, it ain’t no tylenol
when he off them b-tches he ain’t got it all
n-gga if this chopper get to striking off
your whole team gon’ run like the quarterback just hiked the ball
with my slimes, them my n-ggas, you get slithered
can’t shake my past, i still smell like the trenches
lot of scars on my legs from jumping fences
but you know i wasn’t runnin’ from no n-ggas
none of these hoes special, none of these b-tches different
bentley 350, watch it clean sixty
say i f-cked a scam, so i rock with them pros, it got tempting
n-ggas not no k!llers, it don’t count, he just got injured
i sit back and laugh, used to play with the cash
i can’t do that now, it’s too much of a mess
threw her on this page, boy that b-tch a wh0r-
last song i made, i hope they’ll play that b-tch in court
[chorus: cash cl!ck boog & tee grizzley]
b-tches barely noticed me when it was bad
now the tables turned and i sit back and laugh
key to the rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
i got the keys to the streets, don’t get a key put on your -ss
b-tches barely noticed me when it was bad
now the tables turned and i sit back and laugh
key to the rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
i got the keys to the streets, don’t get a key put on your -ss
[verse 2: cash cl!ck boog]
i’ll lay it up and shoot three on your -ss
designer shoes hit me for a p and a half
we in the wraith, i got the gun, tee goin’ fast
he put a crew on your head then we gon’ be on your -ss n-ggas
b-tches barely noticed me when i ain’t have no cash
now they know to f-ck with me they gotta have a bag
shafe got a pole on him, he’ll do you bad
me and dilla worth a check, n-gga do the math
you see a body on nineteenth, i probably left that
later we gon’ double back like where the rest at
in the kitchen whippin’ up, where my chef at?
southwest, y’all ain’t f-ckin’ with us and i bet that
rock in here right now, he got a blower with him
mozz got a shorter fuse, he’ll ho a n-gga
you ain’t my motherf-ckin’ dog, i don’t know you n-gga
back then when i was down bad y’all ain’t know a n-gga
[chorus: cash cl!ck boog & tee grizzley]
b-tches barely noticed me when it was bad
now the tables turned and i sit back and laugh
key to the rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
i got the keys to the streets, don’t get a key put on your -ss
b-tches barely noticed me when it was bad
now the tables turned and i sit back and laugh
key to the rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
i got the keys to the streets, don’t get a key put on your -ss
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