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twista - keep it on me lyrics

[hook x2:]
everywhere i go, know i keep it on me
keep it on me, i don’t f-ck broke n-gg-s
only bosses only, bosses only
no time for they feelings, f-ck b-tches want millions
no time for they feelings, f-ck b-tches want millions

[verse 1 – twista:]
you know that the twista higher than a flight attendant
got some n-gg-s that’ll take you out you die on my decision
my n-gg-s shoot at weddings, funerals
catch you at the [?]
i’m still legendary and idle with it
when it comes to this rap, i’m crafty and vital with it
still on that bullsh-t like scotty pippen and michael did it
if it’s not it’s a fact it get critical, no survival with it
i don’t hang with broke n-gg-s i don’t do the diss records
or walk up approach n-gg-s, semi in the range, i’m liable to smoke n-gg-s
in the chi got the power, they call me the ghost n-gg-
[?] send him to go get him
expedition so you can’t get rid of me hoe n-gg-
come with me he got the breeze, the lords, and the folks with him
send him off and i’m a bring a ending to your n-gg-

[hook:]
everywhere i go, know i keep it on me
keep it on me, i don’t f-ck broke n-gg-s
only bosses only, bosses only
no time for they feelings, f-ck b-tches want millions
no time for they feelings, f-ck b-tches want millions

[verse 2 – twista:]
everywhere that i go you know i gotta keep it on me
married to money and you know i did in to holy matrimony
and i’m a never leave the crib without a strapper for me
chicago n-gg-s will catch you lacking, keep it ratchet homie
you really ain’t getting money so stop the acting homie
and please believe, if we beefing, i’m ’bout that action homie
catch your b-tch in my show and know that i’m smashing homie
i’m gonna get money until the day they close the casket on me
i don’t hang with broke n-gg-s i don’t do the diss records
or walk up approach n-gg-s
what’s all that sh-t you was talking before n-gg-
before i turn your -ss into a ghost n-gg-
b-tch i’m part of the mob, i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gg-
money long i be paid, i be ducking these gold diggers
come with me he got the breeze, the lords, and the folks with him
better hide the father, son and the holy ghost with him

- twista lyrics

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