Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kidd Keo, artist - Kidd Keo. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Song language: English
Kidd Keo |
| My momma told me, boy be careful the might kill you kidd |
| Down my life, drug life and never change for peace, told my momma don’t worry |
| you will die rich |
| I spend and share with when my gang and with my family |
| Now we got too hoes and too hoes gang-bang with blue smoke, gone rich no gone |
| bro, chain wine like glow-blow |
| With my bros and bando’s sleeping, dreaming with band drugs, nightmares no talk |
| ghost’s, nightmares and phantoms |
| Purple smoke from my backpack, purple soul yeah i’m bad day, lean on my mouth |
| brah, im feeling down brah |
| On a IA running so fly, chasin money till I die |
| Getting problems to a pop yard to the trash bag, to go yard |
| I’m down with my squad i’m bout that dope boy |
| Used to be broke boys now we some ball boys |
| Low for my smoke boys |
| Love all my home boys |
| I love all my home boys |
| Low noise on the phone, us |
| With my bros on the low, low |
| Getting paid with the coco |
| Drop a low on slow mo |
| Party down mientras I put it down |
| Making money with your shape, mom |
| Claping for you, wishin', workin' it |
| Make a movement, make the UZI, SKRRR |
| (Skrr, skrr) |
| Fuck on it, win it like PRR |
| Driving in forward, písale gas and I skrrt |
| I’m in trap for a mill, got a heart of steel |
| I’m in trap for a mill, did it up for the bills |
| So stressed never time for chill |
| Work hard never get killed |
| Pull em' up un cheese cheese |
| Voy a ser rico homie real dill |
| My momma told me «boy be careful they might kill you kid» |
| Drama life, drug life and never change for this |
| Told my momma don’t worry you will die rich |
| I spend and share it with my gang and with my family |
| Now we too two hoes, and too hoes |
| Gang bang with blue smoke |
| Gone rich no gone broke |
| Shine wine like glow blow |
| With my bros and bandos |
| Sleeping, drinking with band drugs |
| Nightmares, no talk ghosts |
| Nightmares and phantoms |
| Purple smoke from my backpack |
| Purple soul yeah I’m bad dad |
| Lean on my mouth brah |
| I’m feeling down brah |
| On that IA running so fly |
| Chasin' money 'till I die |
| Getting problems no pop yard |
| To the trash bang to go yard |
| I’m down with my squad |
| I’m 'bout that dope boy |
| Used to be broke boys |
| Now we some ball boys |
| Used to be broke boys |
| Now we some ball boys |
| We used to be down boy |
| We out the ground boy |