| Sidtroy in this bitch
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| Ayy man, fuck all that back and forth shit, man
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| Ain’t got shit to talk about, pussy nigga
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| Get your bread up, get your lead up, fuck boy
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| Know what I’m sayin', fuck nigga, what you talkin' 'bout?
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| What’s your resume 'bout, lil' bitch?
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| I ain’t never heard of him
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| If you wanna play, well then okay, then we gon' murder him
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| Nigga cross the line, ain’t shit to say, ain’t havin' words with him
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| Heard one of they homies, he just died, so we just swerve again
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| He can wear the same shit to them pussy niggas' services
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| Know you cannot ride or do no drill, you on some nervous shit (Fuck out the car,
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| man)
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| Auntie gave me 80, wrapped 40, used to serve a bitch
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| I be in the coupe, the bass wavy like she surfin' shit
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| Like to match the Saint Laurent stilettos with a purse and shit
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| No she not no ratchet thot, lil' baby, that’s my Birkin bitch
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| Once you turn an opp, it ain’t no truce, this shit too permanent
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| Niggas gettin' killed for real, you gotta be alert with it
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| Niggas really workin', cuttin' deals, they on some vermin shit
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| 'Fore I ever squeal, nigga, Hell, I’d rather burn in it
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| I’ve seen the heroin murder people slow 'cause I was servin' it
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| I never had a job or played the block, ain’t have to work the shift
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| Your bitch ride dick, no whip, but she work the stick
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| I was in the field with the krills, yeah the potent shit
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| Cuz would double back seven times when they smoked the shit
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| Every nigga with me or be near me, they gon' blow the fifth
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| These niggas crash test dummies, big homie make 'em hold the grip
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| Get you wetted up, nigga betted up
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| Pussy tried to set me up so I could never trust
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| I’m on they neck and I ain’t lettin' up
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| We shootin' from the neck and up
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| I got my cheddar up but I can’t get enough
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| I got a son, I gotta get him stuff, so I can’t play much
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| Straight bucks, I can’t take shorts 'cause the stakes rough
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| Can’t fuck, prices up, pussy workin' with the jakes, plus
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| Niggas shootin' every day, nigga, don’t get sprayed up
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| Gotta get me killed but stay prayed up
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| They lyin' to niggas like Shape-Ups, for real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Bangin , by - Retch. Song from the album Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп