| Trap out the Bentley, don’t trap out no Regal
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| Geeked the fuck out, I don’t know none of these people
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| Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
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| Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
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| Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls
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| They on his ass like hyenas
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| Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
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| Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em
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| Got three hoes just like Destiny’s Child
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| Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child
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| They just wanna say my name, child
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| I’ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child
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| But it’s okay
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| I put double C on me, yeah
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| Now these bitches callin' 'em
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| Y’all niggas play with young YSL
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| Know we catchin' flagrant fouls
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| Yeah, I went Givenchy my kicks
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| My Saint Laurent jacket got slits
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| Yeah, she rose gold pierce her tits
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| I rode a private jet, cross that off the list
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| Yeah, we open fire, don’t say a word
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| I don’t give a fuck what you heard
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| We been killin' niggas 'fore they came out with Purge
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| Pop a Percocet, yeah, they body hurt
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| Hit Jeffrey, you know I had to splurge
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| Jump in Maybach, then we close the curtains
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| Real trap nigga
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| Trap out the Bentley, don’t trap out no Regal
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| Geeked the fuck out, I don’t know none of these people
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| Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
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| Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
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| Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls
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| They on his ass like hyenas
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| Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
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| Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em
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| Got three hoes just like Destiny’s Child (Tre, baby)
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| Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child (Right now)
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| They just wanna say my name, child (Big Bagg)
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| I’ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child (Go)
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| But it’s okay
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| I just pulled up in a foreign two seater (Skrrt)
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| Breakin' a knob, I trap off the meter (Trap)
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| Duckin' a charge and clutchin' the heater (Woah)
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| Half a ticket chillin' on my wife beater (Now)
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| I’m from the jungle, I be with the creatures
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| Never get full, if they hungry, they eat you (Grr)
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| I put in the word, and then they delete him
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| And if you can’t find him then hit up his people (Whoever)
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| Bread on me, no funnel cake (Ayy)
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| The team eat with me, a hundred plates (Gang)
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| Get straight to the action, I don’t wanna date (No)
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| And bitch bring her friend, accommodate (Ugh)
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| I’m locked in with mine, don’t need no plug
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| In here with slime, Lil Keed like blood
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| Fuck your feelings, sweep 'em under the rug
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| Forever heartless, I don’t need no love
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| Trap out the Bentley, don’t trap out no Regal
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| Geeked the fuck out, I don’t know none of these people
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| Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
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| Throwin' these flames, no need for no heater
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| Little bitty boy always showin' his bankrolls
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| They on his ass like hyenas
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| Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, no middle finger
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| Passin' my hoes to my brothers, they hit 'em
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| Got three hoes just like Destiny’s Child
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| Diamonds real water, please bring the sink, child
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| They just wanna say my name, child
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| I’ma catch arthritis with all these rings, child
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| But it’s okay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Child, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп