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ej carter - keep that lyrics

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[intro]
you n-ggas ain’t ever real

[hook]
fake love you can keep that
gas only if it’s reggie you can keep that
if that’s your b-tch i don’t want her, you can keep that
on my hip is where i keep that (gunna!)
fake love you can keep that
gas only if it’s reggie you can keep that
i give a opp a hundred shots and he can keep that
on my hip is where i keep that (gunna!)

[verse 1]
bottle service that’s where we at
tip the bottle girl a hundred she can keep that
bad b-tches and a squad full of real n-ggas
in the booth acting bougie we don’t feel n-ggas
all you internet thugs need to stop fronting
my n-ggas pull up on your n-ggas and they tell you run it
i make da club stand the rain like its new edition
i tried to help you get the bag n-gga you ain’t listen
contemplate
never contemplate (contemplate)
no mistakes
f-ck it i’ll be straight (i’ll be straight)
i got time
got no time to waste (time to waste)
f-ck her face
then i need my sp-ce (need my sp-ce)
make hundreds, big face hundreds
fifties cool, but i make hundreds
terry ave, fifty eight hundred (west)
all that tough sh-t you saying ain’t nothing (no sir)

[hook]
fake love you can keep that
gas only if it’s reggie you can keep that
if that’s your b-tch i don’t want her, you can keep that
on my hip is where i keep that (gunna!)
fake love you can keep that
gas only if it’s reggie you can keep that
i give a opp a hundred shots and he can keep that
on my hip is where i keep that (gunna!)

[bridge]
i remember when they told me i was losing
i pull up on ’em now and they choosing
all black, big body b-tch i’m cruising
you run up on me wrong my n-ggas shooting

[verse 2]
i spend money with the n-ggas that i earned it with
dj put me on the cut like a tourniquet
backwoods of that stank we burning sh-t
f-ck wit me if you really trying to learn some sh-t
mask on mask off like the purge and sh-t
all my old hoes still trying to lurk and sh-t
i’m in my own lane n-ggas trying to merge and sh-t
i make a phone call and my n-ggas murking sh-t (lil’ b-tch)
oh my, i ain’t letting sh-t slide
open wide, it’s gone be a homicide
surprise! f-ck n-gga come outside
come outside, f-ck n-gga come outside
got a bachelor’s, and a master’s
st. louis n-gga, counting racks up
n-ggas act tuff, and get smacked up
that’s a fact bruh (weak -ss boy)

[hook]
fake love you can keep that
gas only if it’s reggie you can keep that
if that’s your b-tch i don’t want her, you can keep that
on my hip is where i keep that (gunna!)
fake love you can keep that
gas only if it’s reggie you can keep that
i give a opp a hundred shots and he can keep that
on my hip is where i keep that (gunna!)



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