yung keeta - steve nash flow lyrics
oh dexter, dexter
[verse 1: keeta]
i’m in my closet i’m making this cash i don’t care what they say (uh)
you talking down but honestly you just are secretly g+y (what)
sippin these threes you calling me trae (yeah)
i got your girlfriend she calling me bae
she calling me babe i’m not talking no ruth
run up on me and i show you the truth
i feel like i’m beiber way back in his prime
i’m making cash and i don’t gotta try
you said that i cap but man why would i lie
i’m with your girl and she know what i like
i just be out and i’m moving like freight train
if he talk down then we giving him brain pain
wake up and i make the cash it’s a great day
i’m just chilling put a pint in thе gatorade
pull up in the jeep
i don’t evеn gotta go, i don’t gotta sleep
r.i.p. gus, man r.i.p. peep
you want it slow, you going down steep
i feel like trippie ’cause i’m in too deep
she taking my soul man r.i.p. me
makin’ this music and then it get leaked
i don’t really care make it back in a week
[chorus: keeta]
my wrists on water
magic, harry potter
i be with your daughter
and then she get slaughtered
i’m in my prada
dolce & gabbana
shout out [?]
i won’t stop getting hotter
shawty want me for my cash, yeah
i’m balling like i’m steve nash, yeah
honestly all of you trash, yeah
putting you all in the past, yeah
[verse 2: 3nvy]
record in my closet like my name was keeta
running them beams, run like a cheetah
stuck [?] i am a freezer
know i’m the man, b+tch feel like cezar
hips so strapped up, hip got a heater
hit that boy yeah i know he a bleeder
stack my guap for a car, two seater
thats long guap i’ma buy me a beamer
drill him if he talkin’ out his mouth yeah he a capper
really from the block yeah we claim nation we attackers (yeah, uh)
sticks and hollow tips you heard the song yeah we [?]
and we want it catch a body if you talkin’ out your neck, bruh
[chorus: keeta]
my wrists on water
magic, harry potter
i be with your daughter
and then she get slaughtered
i’m in my prada
dolce & gabbana
shout out [?]
i won’t stop getting hotter
shawty want me for my cash, yeah
i’m balling like i’m steve nash, yeah
honestly all of you trash, yeah
putting you all in the past, yeah
[verse 3: keeta]
dab on my chopper i’m going out bussing
stay with my gang i stay right by my cousins
he been hiding so we going out huntin’
yeah, always a [?]
skrt, woah
hey dexter
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