| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Say what? |
| Say what? |
| Baby girl, say what?
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| No, don’t need no touch-ups, yeah
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| Let’s go, let’s go
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| Yeah, diamonds on me, it’ll never be a blackout
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| We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out
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| Yeah she tricky, yeah she lick it, yeah she leave my lights out
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| I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that’s my lifestyle
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| I touch her body so politely
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| Keep that pussy bald-head for me
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| I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah
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| Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave
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| Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me
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| How you in the slime pit but you don’t know Bleveland streets?
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| We’ll lead you on when you get left in the creek
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| YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we?
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| What is you on? |
| What you wanna do tonight?
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| Henny patron, it could be a long night
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| We can fuck all night, scream, baby, it’s alright
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| They bitin' drip, it’s alright
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| You can bet it, my money right
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| Take you shopping alright
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| Yeah, they’ll catch you lackin' alright
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| Just left the studio from puttin' in overtime
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| Then I go to her house and put in overtime
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| Deep tissue, get a bankroll at Jeju’s
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| Anything you want, you can get it
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| And we smoking dank, not no reggie, no midget
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| Two-fifty, that Richard Mille cost a ticket
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| She don’t even know what it was, she said her ex-nigga was slippin'
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| I was in two-fifty off Bleveland, up in them trenches
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| And I’ll make her proud of me, no Penny
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| Gucci loafers on my feet, no, not penny, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, diamonds on me, it’ll never be a blackout
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| We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out
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| Yeah she tricky, yeah she lick it, yeah she leave my lights out
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| I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that’s my lifestyle
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| I touch her body so politely
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| Keep that pussy bald-head for me
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| I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah
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| Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave
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| Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me
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| How you in the slime pit but you don’t know Bleveland streets?
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| We’ll lead you on when you get left in the creek
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| YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we?
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| Hellcat, the fast-lane
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| Smash that, switchin' lanes
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| Big racks at the bank
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| And you mad 'cause you can’t
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| And I’m dripped up like this drank
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| Never slippin', what you think?
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| Two on me like it’s a tank
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| This shit on me, niggas hate
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| Gold on me, real plates
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| Fors on that bitch skate
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| Rose gold, my bitch wait
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| Bitches tryna kiss my face, slime
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| Two-fifty, hold up, house two-sixty (Damn)
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| Mouth ooh in it
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| Uh, yeah, we in the city
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| Hold up, I touch her body lightly, woo
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| She got that top, yeah she do
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| Ridin' with the top of the high, we do, yeah
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| Baby, you get money? |
| Yeah, me too (Yeah, me too)
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| Wanna know the slime shit, Keed too (My slime)
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| Gucci you down if I need to, yeah
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| My brother, he down if you bleedin' too
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| I brought out that one and I ain’t mean to
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| Yeah, diamonds on me, it’ll never be a blackout
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| We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out
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| Yeah she tricky, yeah she lick it, yeah she leave my lights out
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| I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that’s my lifestyle
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| I touch her body so politely
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| Keep that pussy bald-head for me
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| I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah
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| Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave
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| Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me
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| How you in the slime pit but you don’t know Bleveland streets?
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| We’ll lead you on when you get left in the creek
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| YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackout , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Keed Talk To 'Em, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп