keys – four lyrics
(keys talking)
ok ok , wait wait wait…
yall thought i was done?
yall thought it was over?
no! no at all!!
bring that sh-t in
[verse 1: keys]
fake b-tches get mad
when a real b-tch come hard
they wanted me to knock
but i can’t i bombard
reppin the bmore streets
like relmere and rumbore
shooting at cha nikes
have you doing the spongebob
keys go hard, like cheese without the plastic
i’m trying to take these hoes to school
get these girls scholastic
you be on that happy sh-t
keys be on that smack a b-tch
i’m eating b-tches bread
still on my chin
i’m on that savage sh-t
she say she hot
i think she not
i’m like i’ll handle it
i’m in them dopedealers
you be on that sandal sh-t
i dont f-ck with fragile sh-t
cuz i’ll most likely damage it
i’m hardcore these b-tches yolk
i take that sh-t and scramble it
shakin in they boots
ain’t even come to city yet
i’m all over the internet
ain’t show em a t-tty yet
i bout that real hip hop
like 2pac and biggie rep
i’m on them big footprints
you do that itty bitty step
(chorus) x2
now it was 4 lil b-tches
on my block talking sh-t
it was 4 lil bullets in my glock in my clip
now i’m talking to myself
like “aw, gonna miss”
pop pop pop pop they was done
that was quick
(keys talking)
we going in
[verse 2: keys]
marching all alone
i’m a motherf-cking spartan
running down the street
guns drawn , call me martin
i ain’t suprised i heard that bullsh-t
that cha’ll be talking
f-ck k!lling kenny b-tch
i k!lled cartman
light on my seat like a astronaut
this is 89 cuba i got castro spot
b-tches talk so tough i just laugh they not
look down your door, 1 shot
b-tch, blast you drop
now i don’t wanna talk about how much -ss they got
and i don’t wanna hear bout how much cash they got
when it comes down to bars
keys is plasmic hot
no , i’m hot like hanging out the window
p-ssing cops
serving fiends, middle fingers up
p-ssing rocks, cuz b-tches running out of time
tick tock tick tock
too late
they picking flowers for your casket top
i’m a motherf-cking torch
you cannot ash me, stop
you know they wanted me to crawl
but i can’t i straight ran on em
father had a daughter
but i’m so son sam on em
turkey bacon b-tches
but keys gone go ham on em
these b-tches pebbles
but keys go bam bam on em
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