Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Keys, artist - Nines. Album song One Foot Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
These Keys |
| How can I give this all up |
| This is all I wanted to be |
| This music money isn’t enough |
| I just can’t get caught with these keys |
| With these keys |
| I just can’t get caught with these keys |
| With these keys, with these keys |
| Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands |
| Remember when I copped the ice Hublot with the rubber band |
| Made 30K this week I’m nothing like them other man |
| I’m on a different level now but I don’t think they understand |
| Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range |
| Funny how in a couple months, how a lot could change |
| Old niggas on the track, bragging 'bout watch and chain |
| Next album I’ll probably rap about yachts and planes |
| Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche |
| Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust |
| Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers |
| Never going broke again I’m cool with all the traffickers |
| Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools |
| Think they hating now, watch when I upgrade my jewels |
| My little niggas little niggas spend a monkey on some shoes |
| Trappin' from a distance can’t see them junkies from these views |
| Grew up 'round some of the best niggas to do it |
| Now we fucking with them Albo’s they like the Mexicans of Europe |
| They don’t play me on the radio but I don’t give a fuck |
| I’ve buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it up |
| How can I give this all up |
| This is all I wanted to be |
| This music money isn’t enough |
| I just can’t get caught with these keys |
| With these keys |
| I just can’t get caught with these keys |
| With these keys, with these keys |
| Empty boxes got me nauseous |
| Six burner phones in my faucet |
| We buy phones and we wash 'em |
| Digging holes to find a million dollars, ain’t sweet |
| I’ve been broke, same clothes for a week |
| Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A |
| This piece costs a couple more G’s, when it leave the States |
| Started from the bottom, with a key of yay |
| I’m ridin' round dirty in this Honda, I don’t need the Wraith |
| They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case |
| Cookies with the cheese, bring me strains |
| Bring the jack back, I’m smoking for the JA |
| Black hoodie with the AK |
| Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade |
| Put my gloves on, then we send 'em out |
| 80 for a 20 pack, yeah I’m talking locally |
| Here in the city, I’m still getting |
| The rest of them getting 2, they can’t even sell 'em though |
| I could never sell 'em low, I’d rather be selling blow |
| Talking on the telephone, now he’s never coming home |
| The dope gang dirty yeah, they don’t love you until you’re gone |
| How can I give this all up |
| This is all I wanted to be |
| This music money isn’t enough |
| I just can’t get caught with these keys |
| With these keys |
| I just can’t get caught with these keys |
| With these keys, with these keys |