lui-v – keys lyrics
[verse 1: lui-v]
k!lling these hoes, i’m charles manson, you motherf-cking jokes are charles chaplin
lui-v and me1st, what just happened? we be on fire like michael jackson
bet i stick my d-ck and she hiccup, feeling famous already, “no pictures!”
ha, got heat like i stick up, ha, got crack like i’m richard
ha, coming straight out the westside, but i pay homage to bed stuy
got currency like it’s jet life, and they know i’m fly like red eye
man i’m feeling like andy warhol, cause the art that i make’s immortal
never been normal, do you like manolo, oh no, i’m that crazy m-f-
get your halo, cause i’m fatal, build my name without a label
middle finger, stuck up, from the hand that rocks the cradle
it’s shameful, i’m unfaithful, married to the game but i got a side b-tch
and that side b-tch, be money, i’mma keep f-cking her ’till i’m rich
rest in peace to the money i waste, i’m blowing dead prez
i’m fresh as f-ck, ‘fore i even get dressed
uh, young motherf-cker flex, whoo, like i bench press
bow down to the god, uh, motherf-cker get blessed
[hook: lui-v]
i don’t move keys, man i move beats
steady f-ck with keys, i ain’t talking d
i don’t move keys, man i move beats
should be selling beats for like 20 g’s
i don’t move keys, man i move beats
[verse 2: joseph victorian]
slim chance for survival, better keep a tech
f-ck that, no guns, goin’ at a n-gga neck
i’m first, i’m last, i’m so up next
i’m it, i’m that, where you been at?
comin’ for your plate and your placemat
the table’s mine too you don’t get that back
be glad i don’t take the chair where you sit at
wack rappers disappear, it’s a well-known fact
i’m cold-blooded, i should get it on a plaque
target in my sight, ready to attack
pounce on a n-gga like a grew up with a wolfpack
quicker than the freight on train tracks
i’m too gutta (gutta)
from the drains to the sewers
got brains like i’m jewish
i’m insane but the truest
and i came just to prove it
when i’m gone all you’re gonna see is ruins like i nuked it
i wonder what my next move’ll be
keep a small circle, a few with me
i speak real, fluently
runnin’ sh-t, ruthlessly
fake n-ggas, new to me
shinin’ bright, jewelry
you say you a real n-gga well you sure good at foolin’ me
i’m sorry i be actin’ up
cold-blooded back it up
first always no p-ssin’ us
f-ck with lu we clashin’ bruh
you dashin’ for a gashin’ bruh
ain’t nothin’ left but action bruh
make you suffer like you was jesus christ in the p-ssion bruh
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