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young keez - fmp lyrics

[chorus: st6 jodyboof]
i’m spinnin’ in strikers, i’m spinnin’ in blows, i’m spinnin’ on opps, so it’s f+ck my phone
i jump out in amiri, i’m changin’ my clothes
i’m bending on blocks, i ain’t even been home
soon as i walk in, she take a n+gga soul
soon as i walk in, you know she trying to go
on some different sh+t, had to switch up the flow
i’m sipping this tris’, this sh+t got me slow
don’t call me for sh+t, you know that it’s sold
get hungry for pape’, i get in that mode
i could play the bags, or i could work the stove
it’s hot outside, left a n+gga cold
give me seven days, get my wrist on froze
old+ass money, i’ll let it mold

[verse 1: young keez]
these youngings, they’re talkin’, they’re bold
we ain’t even got no picks, wе’ll get on the troll
like, how could you told, you told? (mr. skrt, i’m a rеal driver, i punish the road)
on the bricks, everything right here float
i punish these beats and don’t write, she said “boy, you a goat”
she like “keez, where you about to go?” i said, take it slow, before i leave out the house with a note
behind that wheel, push the pedal, i float
houdini get low, but i still don’t play with no ghost
qb, point guard, no coach, she like “you don’t miss with me”
she like “what you take me as, a joke?”
i just told her, throw me an oop
but she just told me the truth (she only want throw throat)
[verse 2: st6 jodyboof]
i’m walking through sh+t, i feel like the pope
i’m walking with heat, i don’t need no coat
i know i could get him, i don’t need no hope
think they get up on boof, you know i’m goin’ blow
i ain’t going for sh+t, tuck this b+tch in a show
i ain’t going for sh+t, you know i’m going blow
i’m hopping out cars, make it do what it do
two+man sh+t, i’ll jump out a coupe
(he ain’t got no bs, how he in the booth?)
(i’ll end his career, sit on his stu’)
i f+ck with the 9 so i do it for blu
i was tapping that blatt, i ain’t know that it blew
chase a n+gga down, he fell out his shoes
bumping that drac’ made everybody move
(dropping that sh+t, he just caught a few)
(n+gga getting clipped, don’t jump in this loop)

[verse 3: young keez]
(put him in a mix, cook him like it’s stew)
(confiscation station, ight, come on)
put him in a mix, cook him like it’s stew
confiscation station, these ain’t nothing new
i’m really the coldest, giving out the flu
oh, they’re moving loose, we gon’ come right through
told her “line a move,” better watch your boo
’cause she tryna do me, told her “play it cool”
back to the spot, 1942
got a model with me and a model with boof
if i don’t got no rapper, i get in my mood
but they like the drink, so we gotta few
i got a bottle for me, got a bottle for you
she tryna get me lit up, but i ain’t moving loose
(and they already know lil’ keez, he the coldest)
(don’t matter who it is, i come out my goose)
[chorus: st6 jodyboof]
i’m spinnin’ in strikers, i’m spinnin’ in blows, i’m spinnin’ on opps, so it’s f+ck my phone
i jump out in amiri, i’m changin’ my clothes
i’m bending on blocks, i ain’t even been home
soon as i walk in, she take a n+gga soul
soon as i walk in, you know she trying to go
on some different sh+t, had to switch up the flow
i’m sipping this tris’, this sh+t got me slow
don’t call me for sh+t, you know that it’s sold
get hungry for pape’, i get in that mode
i could play the bags, or i could work the stove
it’s hot outside, left a n+gga cold
give me seven days, get my wrist on froze
old+ass money, i’ll let it mold

- young keez lyrics

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