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yfn lucci - key to the streets remix lyrics

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
i got the keys to the wraith
inside look like outer sp-ce, uh uh
i had a meal with no plate
i take myself out on dates, uh uh
i got the key to the mansion
ho call my phone, i don’t answer
i f-ck a b-tch on a banshee
my chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
i got the key to the maybach
i got the key to the phantom, uh uh
i got a .38 special, it got black tape ’round the handle, uh uh
i got a lock on my shoe, that’s a buscemi pattern
rest in peace johnny, man
he had more keys than khaled, yea
all of my flows is violent
all of my hoes is solid
all of my hoes is naughty
when they expose their body
they got a pole beside it
don’t need no clothes beside it
all of my hoes excited
if you got gas then light
got you a case? then fight it
empty the safe deposit, uh uh

[hook: quavo & yfn lucci]
i got money way before the deal
put my b-tches in new pair of heels
i might f-ck your ho and pay her bills
yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
i got your ho on a leash
got a plug, he vietnamese
we the n-gg-s they wanna be
cause we got the key to the streets
we got the key to the streets
hey, we got the key to the streets
we got the key to the streets
hey, we got the key to the streets
[verse 2: yfn lucci]
we got key, we got key, we got key, n-gg-
put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
when it’s extra on, it ain’t guaranteed, n-gg-
i put some extra on it, can’t believe i sold it
i’m a gangsta and your b-tch she love that
lookin’ at my ankle, i’m like, where the love at?
i’ve been juggin’ since a f-ckin’ rugrat
you probably was a rat, snitch
i’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap
bakin’ soda wrapped
try and get a bigger ‘mount
n-gg-s lyin’, told my kid can’t even get around
n-gg-s lyin’, talkin’ ’bout key keep tryin’
don’t make a sound
i need my crown
n-gg- i’m talkin’ nino brown

[verse 3: lil wayne]
i told my b-tch i’ll get her a birkin bag
i had no idea that sh-t was 30 bands
f-ck the record deal, i got s-x appeal
lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
i got the key to the streets on my key chain
like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
n-gg-s namin’ names
doin’ anything for a famous name
and these hoes the same
we were supposed to change since dr. king
we shall overcome, we never overcame
i take over the game, and if you think it’s a game
then it’s all about the final score of the game
i put my woe in the game, i put my ho on the ‘caine
now we f-ck more
gave my daughter the game
n-gg-s all the same
and i done broke every heart but yours
i just pulled off from the gun store
and the azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours
i got the keys to the streets
but i don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
lil’ daddy
cause i’m illmatic, i’m still at it
now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me
fly her to miami, now the b-tch tannin’
now she lookin’ khaki
i’m lookin’ for it, purple activ’
i’ma sip it like a virgin daiquiri
in cuba with my n-gg- dirty harry
walk a fine line with st-rdy banisters
got birdies landin’, got murderers handy
i’ma take a power nap
cause i done got so comfy in the trap i forgot i rap
plus i’m on so much sh-t my insides feelin’ like a lava lamp
anybody trip, collar flap
you better tighten your bottle cap, little n-gg-

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