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lbs kee'vin - drive thru lyrics

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(chorus)
the trap like a drive thru
upsell they don’t know unless you tell em man i’m yellin f-ck 12
they can’t hold me in account n-gg- imma make bail
everything must go, everything must sell
i don’t trust sh-t but my gun and my scale
snitch’ll go to jail let me pick my cell
my team undefeated i ain’t switchin personnel
if you really talkin numbers i can ship it in the mail

(bridge)
young n-gg- got more money than yo big homey
and my n-gg- got a 40 with a d-ck on it
i respect that i ain’t gotta have a stick on me
but i still walk around with a brick on me
young n-gg- got more money than yo big homey
and my n-gg- got a 40 with a d-ck on it
i respect that i ain’t gotta have a stick on me
but i still walk around with a brick on me

(verse)
stay down, know this sh-t take time
catch a case if a n-gg- ever try to take mine
all my n-gg-s eatin cuz we got the same grind
catchin plays in the rover while she give me facetime
i been workin i ain’t worried bout no enemies
imma make a k!lling when they drop it down i’ll turn the key
i been havin sh-t i know you n-gg-s envy me
being broke can make you sick and b-tch i got the remedy
you goin outside by the b-tch
and i been at my bag gettin rich
my money make it mitch
i remember who was fastin for this
so i give my last to the clique
we havin the sh-t
and i prefer the -ss over t-ts
never lovin i’m just smashin the b-tch
but we gotta make it quick
i hate it when she naggin’ and sh-t
but i love it when she gag on the d-ck
she nasty as sh-t

(chorus)
trap like a drive thru
upsell they don’t know unless you tell em man i’m yellin f-ck 12
they can’t hold me in account n-gg- imma make bail
everything must go, everything must sell
i don’t trust sh-t but my gun and my scale
snitch’ll go to jail let me pick my cell
my team undefeated i ain’t switchin personnel
if you really talkin numbers i can ship it in the mail

(bridge)
young n-gg- got more money than yo big homey
and my n-gg- got a 40 with a d-ck on it
i respect that i ain’t gotta have a stick on me
but i still walk around with a brick on me
young n-gg- got more money than yo big homey
and my n-gg- got a 40 with a d-ck on it
i respect that i ain’t gotta have a stick on me
but i still walk around with a brick on me



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