Lyrics Keeping Pace - Bandhunta Izzy, G Herbo

Keeping Pace - Bandhunta Izzy, G Herbo
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In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:09.07.2020
Song language:English
Age restrictions: 18+

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Keeping Pace
How you keepin' peace?
without my peace no I can’t sleep
My lil pop it and he 'bout to creep I drop the I smell that pussy
Don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my shit extended
Just like my bitch extensions
Nah you ain’t hangin' out with the gang I checked out your credentials
We use to beatin' on you niggas like you instrumentals
Nah I ain’t fakin' like I’m savage it’s just semi-mental
My hollow tip fly out the Glock I land it on your temple
I did that for my brother and yea I know that nigga dead
He was a head so ima on ya (rrrra)
We creepin' down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
Don’t got no love when I said «fuck ya» (fuck)
Whenever we talkin' 'bout slidin' bitch I’m head honcho (bitch i’m head honcho)
Whoever be on they side we need they head pronto (come here give me that)
Brody got no mind, that nigga went dead honchos
I know some hoovers come through your set like broncos
clip reloads
Stay on the line, free throw
Playing with metal, magneto
Bitch i’m a boss we ain’t equal
Spin on the block if I miss spin again for a sequel
Come in the gang I teach you,
Have things lookin' to eat ya
Glizzy be yelling like «preach it»
Clean up the block, go on the street with a sweeper
How you keepin' peace?
without my peace no I can’t sleep
My lil pop it and he 'bout to creep I drop the I smell that pussy
Don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my shit extended
Just like my bitch extensions
Nah you ain’t hangin' out with the gang I checked out your credentials
We use to beatin' on you niggas like you instrumentals
Nah I ain’t fakin' like I’m savage it’s just semi-mental
My hollow tip fly out the Glock I land it on your temple
I did that for my brother and yea I know that nigga dead
He was a head so ima on ya (rrrra)
We creepin' down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
Don’t got no love when I said «fuck ya» (fuck)
Crease a nigga, hot iron
Burn his skin, Glock nine
Pull up on him, stop sign
Let it bark, rottweiler
We nail all the ops, ain’t no more smokin' that, we just stop violence
Niggas beefed on that, we caught him up close, and they got silent
We don’t do the internet, 40 to a nigga neck, shorty really into that
Get a nigga T wet, stretchin' like a V-neck, bullets gon reject
Pull up in a T-rex and I hit niggas D-reck, know its a G-check
Pussy we need that ain’t gon say nothin' back but just know that we seen that
How you keepin' peace?
without my peace no I can’t sleep
My lil pop it and he 'bout to creep I drop the I smell that pussy
Don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my shit extended
Just like my bitch extensions
Nah you ain’t hangin' out with the gang I checked out your credentials
We use to beatin' on you niggas like you instrumentals
Nah I ain’t fakin' like I’m savage it’s just semi-mental
My hollow tip fly out the Glock I land it on your temple
I did that for my brother and yea I know that nigga dead
He was a head so ima on ya (rrrra)
We creepin' down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
Don’t got no love when I said «fuck ya» (fuck)

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