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quincey white - keep it a's lyrics

[intro]
pimpin’, listen
girls used to come to see me, right?
wh0res, prostitutes, call girls
i didn’t have to make love to ’em
they wanted me to take them out
all i would do is say, “i don’t have any money, you want me to take you out?”
so they’d give me a couple hundred dollars
a night

[verse 1]
i keep it a’s, even if i’m on my way from a to b
in the set in an amg gt 63
and it’s leased, this a liability, we stackin’ assets up
startin’ businesses, tradin’ stocks, got our masters tucked
don’t even give a half a f+ck what a n+gga got to say about me
go ahead and gossip all day about me
i’m on your brain, your whorе’s brain, and your explore page
i еxplored so many different options in more ways
to get this money like, n+gga, i really gotta get paid
i was skatin’ on them blades like tip at the cascade
i was handin’ out grammies in baggies, no award stage
thought about wrappin’ all this rap sh+t up, went and got a trade
still shockin’ in this booth, you can call me electrocute
only switch when fl!ckin’ the light, you know i’m the plug, receptacle
know i’m the best to do this thing that i do, i’m sketched into
hip+hop history, i’m so it, should move to italy, uh
somewhere on an island with a black+italian stallion
that’s a two+tone b+tch
like the rollie and the charm with this solid gold and diamonds
shout out my boy honic
you try to take me out it
the way i pull triggers, you would think this trigganomics
pushin’ forty, but i got the heat like udonis
fool, you done
you gon’ shoot who? when you don’t shoot guns
q’ll let it blow like ‘dré 3k on the flute on that new blue sun
n+gga want smoke with me, he gon’ need some new lungs
do you do drugs or is you just dumb?
n+gga, where you from? (ayy, where you from, homie?)
is what they askin’, you plan on doin’ laps in
the swimming pool at athens, the summertime, was active
i remember back when i just wanted to play ball
n+ggas wanted me to bang, but i wasn’t that tall
raw dogged my first piece of p+ssy, ain’t that a b+tch?
so broke, i couldn’t put a condom on my d+ck
so broke, mama stole groceries out the store
it was for her kids, so the police let her go
daddy didn’t pay the rent, now we livin’ on the road
type of livin’ make you question your existence, give up hope
but we never did, though
and we never will, bro
[chorus]
you know i came up out the mud, my n+gga
gangs bangin’, bunch of drug dealin’
i can’t change all the ways i was raised (i was raised)
bunch of pain, lost some day ones in the grave (they in the grave)
i was on the blade pimpin’ hoes
i was made for the days it was cold
i was made for the days that it was on
never forget where i call home

[verse 2]
i saw my daddy take his last breath
he was on that breathin’ machine
tellin’ me not to give up on my dreams
even if i never see a million dollars
i know he up in heaven smilin’ ’cause he proud of me
he knew that poverty’d sn+tch the bum up outta me
you couldn’t take the blood outta me if you studied phlebotomy
the way it’s gotta be

[chorus]
you know i came up out the mud, my n+gga (out the mud)
gangs bangin’, bunch of drug dealin’ (crip and blood)
i can’t change all the ways i was raised (i was raised)
bunch of pain, lost some day ones in the grave (they in the grave)
i was on the blade pimpin’ hoes
i was made for the days it was cold
i was made for the days that it was on
i’ll never ever, never forget where i call home
you know i came up out the mud, my n+gga (out the mud)
gangs bangin’, bunch of drug dealin’ (crip and blood)
i can’t change all the ways i was raised (i was raised)
bunch of pain, lost some day ones in the grave (they in the grave)
i was on the blade pimpin’ hoes
i was made for the days it was cold
i was made for the days that it was on
i’ll never ever, never forget where i call home

- quincey white lyrics

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