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key! x rich the kid – street fighter (remix) lyrics

[hook: key!]
hadouken!
ryu sh-t!
fight with my fists
how you kick sh-t?
hadouken!
ryu sh-t!
fight with my fists
how you kick sh-t?
i kick sh-t
i kick sh-t
i’m kicking sh-t
hadouken!
i kick sh-t
i kick sh-t
i’m kicking sh-t
hadouken!

[key!: verse 1]
raf simons when i walk in b-tches gon’ remember this
all this f-cking money i’m throwing b-tches can’t get none of it
i just brought your b-tch to the trap house
okay, we f-cking in that b-tch like it ain’t no trap house
okay, police can come at any f-cking time
okay, but she don’t care she just wanna lose her mind
okay, its fat man key i wrote the game
okay, its fat man key i took your chain
okay, i’m humble for the bentley, not a name
okay, i’m ballin’ like i went to notre dame
all this sh-t we been through, i think we deserve it
i f-ck up the fefe on purpose

[verse 2: rich the kid]
f-ckin’ your b-tch then i leave her
rich n-gg- trap off a beeper
more chains than a slave
sippin’ lean in the lemonade
now they f-ckin’ on the couch
i’mma put it in her mouth
ran off on the plug
choppa ridin’ with the glove
might take a hoe to the trap house
she suck the d-ck then i kick her out
balmain got a 50 on me
hit a b-tch with the switcharoo
you a lame tried to cuff her
she a freak, bring the rubbers
givenchy, 3 racks on the sneakers
i’m ballin’, you sit on the bleachers
would you cop a quarter milli on a chain?
and i’ve been wantin’ to be rich, but f-ck the fame
gotta get it on the bible
street fighter, it’s survival
i’mma pull up in a sports car
f-ckin’ this b-tch, she a p-rnstar

- key x rich the kid lyrics

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