yung keeta – sinner! lyrics
(you can’t bring in cats that you find on the street)
[chorus, keeta]
sinner, still i’m a real bread winner
i’m with you girl we ain’t goin’ to dinner
fit a whole 35 up in that swisher
smokin’ that gas you smokin’ on pitters
we gettin’ bigger and bigger
boy stop playin’ you ain’t pullin’ no triggers
in her mouth just like the dentist
major payne, beam on the glock
they not the same, tell ’em to stop
3 point swish i ain’t passin’ that rock
i’m staying hungry i feel like the rock
i’m in the valley get to the top
this sh+t a bag, got it on lock
talkin’ that trash, but he got dropped
took that l, buddy lost
[verse 1, 3nvy]
they don’t know what i mean
where are ya’ll it could be [?]
[?] hittin’ me
twin way too up to еqual me[?]
[?] when i stay oversеas
swish off the back win the race
they gon’ rip your face
yeah i’ma catch a body, if they try to try me, put ’em in the grave
remember when they used to doubt us keeta now we up in first place
i’m smokin’ the swisher [?] fake ones thinkin’ it’s laced
d+mn, i’m thinkin’ it’s laced
[verse 2, reef]
yeah yeah yeah yeah
callin’ up keeta you slide with the glock
bro at the party but gone off some rock
we made him drop like a beat young chop
brody pull up and his+ gettin’ [?]
i hit her one time i don’t take her to dinner
i’m layin’ the wood like young reefuh the splinter
they bitin’ my flow like master splinter
uh, still keep the heat in the winter
762 finna knock out his dentures
keepin’ the 2 like i’m derek the fisher (yeah)
35 with the glock while i’m up with the swisher
huh+huh+huh, better run when i pull up with a k clip on my gun
huh+huh+huh, no fun why you playin’ with the opps watch you barely keep a drum
[chorus, keeta]
sinner, still i’m a real bread winner
i’m with you girl we ain’t goin’ to dinner
fit a whole 35 up in that swisher
smokin’ that gas you smokin’ on pitters
we gettin’ bigger and bigger
boy stop playin’ you ain’t pullin’ no triggers
in her mouth just like the dentist
major payne, beam on the glock
they not the same, tell ’em to stop
3 point swish i ain’t passin’ that rock
i’m staying hungry i feel like the rock
i’m in the valley get to the top
this sh+t a bag, got it on lock
talkin’ that trash, but he got dropped
took that l, buddy lost
(you can’t bring in cats that you find on the street)
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