| It’s a few dudes wanna hit me 'til I die
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| Forced to walk around with the semi on my side
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| With a couple dum outs that’ll empty if you try
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| In that all blue Charger with the hemi on the side
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| It’s a few rappers that’s quick to jones
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| I just turn their song off and think 'sticks and stones'
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| Click the chrome, don’t pass that to me
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| Unless you’re trynna make Joe the next Cassidy
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| I’mma addict, I don’t cop one, I cop three
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| And females, I don’t stop them, they stop me
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| And I don’t go to parties for the music, the drink, or the dance
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| I go to watch them watch me
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| With no watch b, just my regular shit on
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| T-shirt, rubberband telling me 'LiveStrong'
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| R&B'd out, bumpin' Ideal 'Get Gone'
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| And Jersey gon' ride out whenever that shit’s on
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| See I walk with a lean, got a mean diddy bop on me
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| Niggas know I keep a lil' bit of guap on me
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| I could buy this bar out but I’m not homie
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| Cause niggas know I keep a lil' bit of guap on me
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| I’mma call you right back, I got the cops on me
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| A black man with a lil' bit of guap on me
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| Stash box, I need something to pop on me
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| You know I keep that chopper and that guap on me
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| I’ma gambler
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| So I pull up in that CLS looking like a Carolina Panther
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| Philly Eagle on me to avoid the yank
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| Cops cuff my jackets like a New Orleans Saint
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| And the boys think something is sweet, I’m Lance Armstrong
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| Keep getting accused of something I beat
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| See me in the strip club looking for something to skeet
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| While watching you trynna wife something I beat
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| Just see how that guap get 'em, I got lots to give 'em
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| But not you, slide off boo, I’m not tippin'
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| I kept it real, told her 'I don’t like how you’re moving'
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| She gave me the finger, said 'I don’t like your music'
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| I’m on my grind though I hate the action
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| And insomnia gave me a delayed reaction
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| I’m on a money hunt, can’t take distractions
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| And these Os’ll add up once I chase Manhattan
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| It’s almost like I’m walking a tight wire
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| You can’t con a con or lie to a liar
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| Look here, I’ll fire
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| Just say what I feel like I’m Kanye live standing next to Mike Myers
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| Up like gas prices, might be on a private jet
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| While you at Exxon, give me 5 reg
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| You on some Jew shit, a little tight with your bread
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| I’ll spend it all, cook another pie instead, ya heard! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Keep That , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album The Album B4 the Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп