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lil keed - know what to do with it lyrics

[chorus: lil keed]
he called a thot, don’t know what to do with it
give me a trap, you know what i do in it
[?] you n+ggas ain’t shootin’ it
your block get clapped when we comin’ through with it
the booth on fire, just call me a nuisance
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, you know this cash talk
yeah, you know this cash talk
black truck with me, i ain’t ever gon’ walk
baguette cuts and you know they cost
bad b+tch with me, her p+ssy cost
chanel kicks, you know they cost
yeah, let’s fly away to a different place
n+ggas be talkin’ that cap sh+t, call ’em charlamagne
[verse 1: braxk]
give me a trap, watch what i do with it
get back on this b+tch, got the crew with me
you play with the gang, knock your head off
boy, you a b+tch, yeah, you know you been ran off
serve your auntie and your uncle, yeah, the sauce
i’m tryna cap it off
i’ma show the boy how to ball like a real player
pop a n+gga three times, put him in a wheelchair
these n+ggas know my heart so cold
can’t wait to cop the ap, i’ma make sure that b+tch on froze
if they ever play with braxk, i’ma make slime wipe they nose
can’t wait to drive the benz truck, i’ma drive that b+tch just like a ghost
oh, oh, yeah, your ho on a go
[?] f+cked you ho and he wiped her nose
he got him some bread, he went up on it
if they ever play with us i swear we gon’ pull up on ’em

[chorus: lil keed]
he called a thot, don’t know what to do with it
give me a trap, you know what i do in it
[?] you n+ggas ain’t shootin’ it
your block get clapped when we comin’ through with it
the booth on fire, just call me a nuisance
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, you know this cash talk
yeah, you know this cash talk
black truck with me, i ain’t ever gon’ walk
baguette cuts and you know they cost
bad b+tch with me, her p+ssy cost
chanel kicks, you know they cost
yeah, let’s fly away to a different place
n+ggas be talkin’ that cap sh+t, call ’em charlamagne
[verse 2: bslime]
you know we rockin’ the plain jane
get hit in your face, we leave your remains
i get in the booth and i’m goin’ insane
a young n+gga wave, we changed the game
i’m drippin’ in mike amiri jeans
you call up some vibes, they poppin’ these beans
pour up a four on a russian cream
diamonds, they wet, left her spit on the scene, yeah
goyard bag, she want her a goyard bag
no tag on the drip, i ain’t tag no tags
steady poppin’ these pills, let the pain relax
got a [?] livin’ in the culdesac
these diamonds, they dancin’, they goin’ berserk
f+ck tryin’ to chill, i’m under her skirt
f+cked on a thot, but i did it first
i just wanted you to know
two+two+three, it’s drippin’, it get wicked
standin’ in the motherf+ckin’ trenches tryna get it
i’m a real slime, wipe his nose, sh+t get sticky
i came from the bottom standin’ in two+fifty
put on a mask and i’m uppin’ the bl!cky
they see how i’m livin’, you know that we pimpin’

- lil keed lyrics

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