| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah
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| Ayy, sheah
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| Two watches, day and date
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| We untested, Asian fade
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| Ayy ayy, ayy ayy
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| All white diamonds, mayonaise
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| Got two letters, A and K
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| All these shots, we spray and spray
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| I poured up two eights today
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| Don’t be lookin' in my cup
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| This is not no lemonade
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| I just bought two K’s today
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| And I’m thirsty, spray her face
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| Fifty rounds, get carried away
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| Tell the cops no see me
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| (Ayy, sheah, ayy, sheah)
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| Baby this is not First 48
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| Said her heart on water
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| I sit there and watch it float away
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| Only time on my knees, is when I’m
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| Prayin' to the Lord that my fuckin' problems go away
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| And I’m, sittin' in the spot gettin' all the dank
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| I rock Gucci flops, I buy 'em two a pop
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| I be like fuck the cops and fuck the opps
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| Double cup, stay hangin' out
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| Bottom of the Glock, thirty shot, ayy
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| It’s like chicken strips, it make bitches strip
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| Diamonds in my ear, I can’t hear
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| Auto-start the whip, we out of here
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| Spin the wheel, stop it there
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| Stone fire in my cup
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| All this gas, we fill right up
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| Soon as I text she pull right up
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| Talkin' that rah, run
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| Bullets know 'bout what she do, she shook right up
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| The Sprite became black
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| Up it, stay back
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| Smack it with a stack
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| I just came back, B on my hat
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| I’m a smooth cat, stayin' away from rats
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| Used to sell you rock, now able to get me a coat
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| Fiji diamonds Voss, chopper knockin' down a vault
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| God said that I’m the GOAT, folks knock you down on the floor
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| If you ain’t know, now you know
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| Put the dope in rotation
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| And save the conversation
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| I always want a spaceship
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| 'Til I got a spaceship
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| Folk give you the facelift, if you want
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| Car blacked out, no Mason
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| Nigga stop the hatin', don’t keep goin'
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| Turn you to a doctor’s patient
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| Mouth, I got hated
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| Fo’nem locked in cages
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| I ain’t seen them in ages
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| Clip damn near an eight inch
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| Ayy, lil' nigga play if you want
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| I ain’t gotta say shit
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| Really hope he tweakin', I don’t know
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| I know I ain’t gotta pay shit
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| I ain’t talk, more face
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| Girl didn’t say she hate it
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| Walked out the mall and skated
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| Nigga fuck you, pay me
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| What the fuck you know?
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| You don’t know shit about me
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| Ten thousand dollar couches
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| Pints, fuck the ounces
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| Niggas ain’t about shit
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| I done seen some wild shit
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| Some throw in the towel shit
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| I’m on some milk the cow shit
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| Hoes be on some foul shit
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| I can’t pick which outfit
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| Bitch from the A, a falcon
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| She know I’m real, a thousand
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| I like it when she bounce it
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| She know I got different sauces
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| I’m friends with different bosses
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| This shit don’t make no sense
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| Fendi robe, I’m feelin' cozy
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| I took her picture and she posted it
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| Get a story and roll with it
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| Let’s see how far you go with it
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| Took my heart and opened it
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| That left my shit cold as shit
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| Don’t tell the cops I sold you this
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| I cheated on her, hope she over it
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| You don’t know how deep it get
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| But still call me a piece of shit
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| But I can pay him to eat shit
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| You know I gotta keep it lit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Lit, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Back From The Dead 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп