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yns pj - keep it p lyrics

riding in a track hawk jeep alone, yeah, it’s my pipe and me
she wanna f+ck on a kid, all in my dm’s
but you know i keep sh+t p
all on the net, tryna social beef
don’t do that, we gone leave that sh+t in the streets
if you ain’t talking about no check to me
then please just keep it discreet
ain’t got no l+o+v+e, that sh+t d+e+a+d
i just want my bread
all these b+tches be fans, can’t get back doored
gotta watch out, n+ggas be feds
lost my dog to the streets
nah, i ain’t be the same
that’s why i been taking these meds
devil all in my ear, tryna bring me down
i gotta get em out my head
watch how i take off
bad b+tch ride in my passenger, she know what it is
i was on the phone with zp, tryna make me a play
he had told me i was gon’ be big
told me keep rapping that pain sh+t, they gon’ hear you
gotta put yns on the grid
know i’m a star, now they open they eyes
no, i ain’t surprised, i already see it
it’s a lot of people don’t believe in me
but i’ma show em for real, so be it
gave love out, ain’t get nun back
ask myself why my heart so big
they can’t play with me now, couldn’t play with me then
they know i been lit since a kid
k!ll my brother in the streets, we gon’ get back
no forgiveness for what they did
reesemoney hit my phone
say, brother, you a cold, you the soul keep talking your sh+t
they know we been had motion
just an expose it, they hate we been popping our sh+t
bad b+tches all on my dm
its to much, candy ta pick
riding low+key in the jeep, but it’s some fast
yeah, i was in traffic with blitz
i really motivate n+ggas to get off they ass
and start this rapping sh+t
you better stay off the field, foe nick make you kneel down
like you kaepernick
they never gave me a chance, but stood all ten since a jit
better watch how, you approaching my shooters get active
they tolting them drums and them tits
now i ain’t never fishbowling, im in some fast
a hundred shots, hind my tent
you can’t run when the glock throw fits
last n+gga, trolled, they mans got hit
bad lil b+tch is celine, she doing ha thing
she the type ta just stay out the mix
i ran it up with my team, and we never change up
no matter how hard it get
won’t move a muscle, but i send it blitz
had a b+tch touched him, he thought with his d+ck
i was just worried about failing was all in my head
but i was just thinking too quick
i got this ice on my neck, and it cost ah check
cut his hands if he thinking he sl!ck
remember them days
up in swich bas+m+nt rapping all night
we was bound to get rich
riding in a track hawk jeep alone, yeah, it’s my pipe and me
she wanna f+ck on a kid, all in my dm
but you know i keep sh+t p
all on the net, tryna social beef
don’t do that, we gone leave that sh+t in the streets
if you ain’t talking about no check to me
then please just keep it discreet
ain’t got no l+o+v+e, that sh+t d+e+a+d
i just want my bread
all these b+tches be fans, can’t get back doored
gotta watch out, n+ggas be feds
lost my dog to the streets
nah, i ain’t be the same
that’s why i been taking these meds
devil all in my ear, tryna bring me down
i gotta get em out my head
ain’t no l+o+v+e
ain’t no l+o+v+e
ain’t no l+o+v+e
that sh+t d+e+a+d
i just want my bread
ain’t no l+o+v+e
ain’t no l+o+v+e
ain’t no l+o+v+e
that sh+t d+e+a+d
i just want my bread

- yns pj lyrics

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