| JTK
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| Yeah
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| Keed talk to 'em
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| All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
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| Nigga really trippin', got problems, start shootin'
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| Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
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| Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain’t know what to do, yeah
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| I don’t mind touching your body
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| We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
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| She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
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| Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
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| Too many hoes caressing they body
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| Got too many poles, I’m not worried 'bout you
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| I just might crash, way she ridin', ridin'
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| It’s up in my stash, not up in my pockets
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| They put on that mask and they get to robbin'
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| I came a long way, they killin' everybody
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| We came a long way, we not just anybody
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| Cartier frames, I don’t see anybody (Let's go)
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| You know we way far from regular
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| Now I’m booked up with a too busy schedule
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| YSL shit, ain’t no way that we scared of you
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| Shoot this bitch up, we won’t leave nothin' but residue
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| Just got a backend, I’m thumbin' through revenue
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| I got a bad bitch, she look like a trophy
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| I dropped a dub on this chain like Ginóbili
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| Paid twenty-four for the Act' like I’m Kobe
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| I be too geeked up and I’m never sober
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| Me and Keed in a Maybach, we ridin' with a chauffer
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| You can bet that I’m ridin' with a motherfuckin' toaster
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| You know Stevie stay with me, he strapped with no holster
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| Elliot diamonds, I just keep it kosher
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| I keep it on me, watch how you approach me
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| Gunna just hit me, he told me keep goin'
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| And nigga, stay down and somebody gon' notice you, yeah (Keed, talk to 'em)
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| All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
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| Nigga really trippin', got problems, start shootin'
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| Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
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| Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain’t know what to do, yeah
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| I don’t mind touching your body
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| We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
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| She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
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| Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
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| Too many hoes caressing they body
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| Got too many poles, I’m not worried 'bout you
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| I just might crash, way she ridin', ridin'
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| It’s up in my stash, not up in my pockets
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| They put on that mask and they get to robbin'
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| I came a long way, they killin' everybody
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| We came a long way, we not just anybody
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| Cartier frames, I don’t see anybody (Let's go)
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| I hardly say it, but I miss you, Trolly
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| When I copped that Lam' truck, I was excited
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| I hopped in the grass, peerin' out my rocket
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| The back of the Mulsanne, I’m reclining
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| Rhinestones in my jeans shinin' like my diamonds
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| Her leggings see-through, I don’t see no pantie linings
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| She told me come through and want me to combine 'em
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| If they shootin' they shot, I became a target
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| YSL at the top, we control the market
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| I called up SEX and said, «Look what you started»
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| Ain’t goin' out sad, I sell me some narcotics
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| Rose gold Richard Mille, I had a rose Bvlgari
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| Me and Duke killer blue, 488 Ferarri
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| Ain’t givin' money back, ain’t no say sorry
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| We put niggas on a plate like calamari (Keed talk to 'em)
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| All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
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| Nigga really trippin', got problems, start shootin'
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| Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
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| Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain’t know what to do, yeah
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| I don’t mind touching your body
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| We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
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| She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
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| Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
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| Too many hoes caressing they body
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| Got too many poles, I’m not worried 'bout you
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| I just might crash, way she ridin', ridin'
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| It’s up in my stash, not up in my pockets
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| They put on that mask and they get to robbin'
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| I came a long way, they killin' everybody
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| We came a long way, we not just anybody
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| Cartier frames, I don’t see anybody (Let's go)
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| Cartier frames with the woodgrain, yeah
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| Light this shit up like it’s propane, yeah
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| Diamonds shining bright, yeah, the red mink clear
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| This a supercharged Range Rover, yeah, I switched the gears
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| Yeah, they know a nigga livin' better
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| Yeah, this a Maybach, drive it like a shuttle, yeah
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| F&N tearin' through your shelter, yeah
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| Boy, you die 'bout these three letters, yeah
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| When I walk in the room, lay your ass down
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| No, I don’t care 'bout her background
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| Most of y’all niggas' drip passed down
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| Pink Percocet, I can’t come down
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| This a Water by G choker cashed out
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| This a dirty stick, know that we air it out
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| Slime got thirty clips on it, they’ll air it out
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| I take care my hoes, I’ll pass it out, oh Lord
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| All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh
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| Nigga really trippin', got problems, start shootin'
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| Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose
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| Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain’t know what to do, yeah
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| I don’t mind touching your body
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| We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
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| She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies
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| Too many loads, yeah, I need a dolly
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| Too many hoes caressing they body
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| Got too many poles, I’m not worried 'bout you
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| I just might crash, way she ridin', ridin'
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| It’s up in my stash, not up in my pockets
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| They put on that mask and they get to robbin'
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| I came a long way, they killin' everybody
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| We came a long way, we not just anybody
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| Cartier frames, I don’t see anybody (Let's go) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anybody , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп