| If we came in together then we leavin' together
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| If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
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| Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
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| If you knew our reputation then you should’ve known better then
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| Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
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| We don’t pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
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| Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
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| Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah
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| I don’t really know what y’all think, nigga
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| Beef with my sister, I’ma pop if I ain’t with her
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| Know that she’ll swing so I’ll swing like I came with her
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| Y’all don’t like each other 'cause y’all fuckin' the same nigga? |
| (Wake up, sis)
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| That’s part of the game, nigga
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| I guess I gotta teach you bitches
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| Either that or I’ma chastise, beat you bitches
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| You’re like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches
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| Call me Vicky, I’ll keep our little secret, bitches, huh
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| Never be with a different clique, man, I’m serious
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| Somethin' happens, I’m never leaving no witnesses
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| Even when it’s a business trip, you can catch me with my sis
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| Go in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch
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| Nya Lee, now leave her alone
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| It’s either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm
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| When I say I let it ring, man, it ain’t on the phone
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| I’m my sister’s keeper, bitch, I’ma let it be known
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| If we came in together then we leavin' together
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| If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
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| Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
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| If you knew our reputation then you should’ve known better then
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| Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
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| We don’t pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
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| Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
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| Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah
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| You never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life
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| Point blank, period, I’m fuckin' nice
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| If you don’t know, you gon' know the fuck tonight
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| Get your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic
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| Yeah, it’s Lexxy, you nasty? |
| It’s Miss Walker
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| White Tesla inside blue water
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| Rims look like Mike’s socks, I named that shit Moonwalker
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| Swag drippin' with my sisters what I do often
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| Bag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin
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| Loud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it
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| I’m the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'
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| Keep it funky, don’t nobody in your crew want it
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| You pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit
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| Hot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate
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| My shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit
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| Thug life like I shot up out of Pac’s dick
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| If we came in together then we leavin' together
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| If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
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| Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
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| If you knew our reputation then you should’ve known better then
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| Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
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| We don’t pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
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| Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
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| Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah
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| Ayy, check it out, I’ll handle you in broad day
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| Our reputation is state, no settling, and don’t try and call Kay Slay
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| You been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes
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| Yeah, I listened twice, you can’t say it’s a mistake
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| You bitchin' out? |
| Well, it’s too late
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| It seems you’ll only understand the yellow tape
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| We’ll light you up like a birthday cake
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| And I’ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?
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| Like I’m havin' a good day
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| Leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask
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| This ain’t a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack
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| We girls that’s straight gang, we don’t let no time pass
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| Fuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo
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| Black bags, black coupes
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| Bandana on, hangin' out the roof
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| We dress in all black, if that don’t work, we just shoot
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| We mean business, big bags on big boots
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| If we came in together then we leavin' together
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| If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together
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| Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater
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| If you knew our reputation then you should’ve known better then
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| Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in
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| We don’t pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it
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| Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in
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| Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Sisters Keeper , by - Dj Kay Slay. Song from the album Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп