| Weird visits from these spirits while I’m sleepin', creepin'
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| Please somebody pinch me if I’m dreamin', dreamin'
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| Swear that I’m a marijuana demon, fienin'
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| Put that Codeine with that Promethazine, leanin'
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| Really steamin, outchea Willie Beamen, beamin'
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| I just need vices just to fight my demons, I seen 'em
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| These niggas really out here schemin'
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| These niggas want me out here beatin'
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| Want me dead and gone for no reason
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| Run up on us then we squeezin'
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| Dump, dump from the pump, leave 'em slumped
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| Now you growin' wings
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| Lately hoes been suckin' on me like they growing fangs
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| Like these sucka niggas start becoming growing pains
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| Time to hit 'em with that Novocain
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| , you know the name
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| I’m talking black on black and tilts on blades
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| This the kinda shit we do like everyday
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| Today, choppin' them blades
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| This the kind of life we livin' everyday
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| Tryna function (everyday), out here thuggin' (everyday)
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| Man they tryna get this money everyday
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| Everyday, everyday, everyday
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| Do it for my real niggas, uh, you know I keep it G with ya
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| Everyday, everyday, everyday
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| Out here grindin' everyday, get that dough in everyway
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| Even when I die, I’mma have these packs at Heaven’s gates
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| More hustle, son of a gangster, so you know I keep it G, it’s in my genes
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| And show is this pistol if niggas try to scheme
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| Bad bitch pass the seat, She gimme neck in the V, no tee
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| She came with you but she gone be leavin' with me
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| She gone pop this E and come F with a G
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| Gangsta is what gangsta does
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| OG in my swisha blunt, get money, never get enough
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| Gotta stack this paper like literature
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| Cut throat, A$AP, that squad shit
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| Fuck with one of my niggas, get your top hit
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| No talk, this .45 knockin'
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| Smoked all the purp and my clan is mob shit
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| And I’m feelin' like stocky, all these whacks I’m dishin'
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| Learned from my older G how to spend that G and make it back in the kitchen
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| Let me whole whip in, prolly thought I was a gymnast
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| All this work a nigga flippin'
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| Stay with some bitches cause a young nigga winnin'
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| Paper chasin' chasin' my fitness
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| And I swear to God as my witness, you can ask niggas about me
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| Joey like a kilogram of that work, that nigga always keep shit G
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| I’m talking black on black and tilts on blades
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| This the kinda shit we do like everyday
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| Today, choppin' them blades
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| This the kind of life we livin' everyday
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| Tryna function (everyday), out here thuggin' (everyday)
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| Man they tryna get this money everyday
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| Everyday, everyday, everyday
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| Do it for my real niggas, uh, you know I keep it G with ya
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| Everyday, everyday, everyday |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep It G Pt II , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп