Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keed Da Strap, artist - Future. Date of issue: 22.11.2012
Song language: English
Keed Da Strap |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| 'Cause I done felt too much pain |
| Money goin' in the rain |
| Blood flowing through my veins |
| I’m just doing my thing |
| Getting money, baby girl, gold chains |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| 'Cause I done felt too much pain |
| Standing in the rain |
| Blood flowing through my veins |
| I ain’t never did a thing |
| Getting money, rocking chains |
| We’ll never feel the same |
| We the thugs in the game |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| Eighteen-wheeler gorillas |
| Black with gold chains, pitch bird like Steelers |
| Hines Ward of the crime lords |
| Running through this money, screaming, «Encore!» |
| Spending nights with a prime whore |
| But that’s the bitch that you’re blind for |
| Celebrating on a whim, nigga |
| Pain is Pac, Above the Rim, nigga |
| My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas |
| 'Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga |
| She wasn’t fucking none of them niggas |
| So now we’re even like a hem, nigga |
| Put your freedom over failure |
| Tryna find my Griselda (La Madrina!) |
| Might as well, they gon' nail ya |
| Momma screaming like Mahalia |
| Pain is love and it’s war |
| Pain is running out of raw |
| Pain is finding out you’re poor |
| As the Feds knock at your door |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| 'Cause I done felt too much pain |
| Been around here, standing in the rain |
| Blood flowing through my veins |
| I’m just doing my thing |
| Getting money, rock a bunch of gold chains |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| 'Cause I done felt too much pain |
| I’m just standing in the rain |
| Blood flowing through my veins |
| I’m just doing my thing |
| Getting money, rocking all these gold chains |
| Million dollars on one gold ring |
| Pain is joy when it cries |
| It’s my smile in disguise |
| It’s what makes the story chilling |
| Spare the women and the children |
| Hear the scribbles of the villain |
| Yuugh! |
| This is drug dealer brilliance |
| Pyrex on the platter like hot sex |
| But my tribe don’t quest like love |
| Pain in this bitch, with a mask and a glove |
| And a team of lawyers to run the train on a judge |
| It’s no risk without gain |
| It’s no trust without shame |
| It’s no us without 'caine |
| Push: my name is my name |
| In the kitchen with a cape on, apron |
| Trey-eight on, coulda been Trayvon |
| But instead, I chose Avon |
| Powder-face like a geisha |
| Arm & Hammer for the breakup |
| Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup (woo!) |
| It’s a match made in heaven |
| All that’s missing is the reverend |
| All that’s missing is a blessing |
| I hope God gets the message |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| 'Cause I done felt too much pain |
| Been around here, standing in the rain |
| Blood flowing through my veins |
| I’m just doing my thing |
| Getting money, rock a hundred gold chains |
| I don’t never feel pain |
| 'Cause I done felt too much pain |
| I’m just standing in the rain |
| Blood flowing through my veins |
| I’m just doing my thing |
| Getting money, rocking all these gold chains |
| Million dollars on one gold ring |