Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keys to the Crib, artist - Rozay
Date of issue: 07.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keys to the Crib |
I got them ki’s in the crib |
You wouldn’t find them if you had the keys to the crib |
Them niggas cheesing, it’s real |
It ain’t cheese if it’s less than a mil' |
I think I’m losing my religion |
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon |
Live every day like it’s my last |
My only trending topic is the cash |
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles |
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail |
I’m riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale |
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real |
See me in the street, rose-gold everything |
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team |
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out |
Bitches a motion picture, I’m picturing Paramount |
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don |
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb |
Wale on burn, young nigga’s doing numbers |
Double M G got it the next ten summers |
I’m trying to do it big forever |
Keys to the crib, and I’m with whatever |
Ki’s to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever |
Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever |
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles |
All I see is women with these massive tails |
All I see is young’uns with this trash to sell |
They got some CO’s that get you hash in jail |
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real |
Funeral’s never cool, nigga, pass the steel |
I’m a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal |
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal |
That’s one of few names that’ll last for real |
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled |
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills |
I’m the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real |
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V |
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat |
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink |
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink |
Ki’s in the crib, you want keys to the crib |
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib |
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick |
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six |
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips |
This is the scenario — something go wrong, it’s a burial |
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go |
White seats, new M5, all cherry though |
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases |
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis |
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis |
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship |
Team of lawyer niggas |
That’ll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet |
Nigga, you know I’m living fly |
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie |
If I’m rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever? |
Forgive me Lord! |
Forgive me |
My next move; |
God Forgives, I Don’t |
I think you’ll love it |
Rich Forever! |