| And we be going on and on and on
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| On 'til the morning come and gone
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| Don’t wanna argue no more 'cause you be going on and on and on
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| And baby I’m on it, and you know
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| You take it all 'til it’s all long gone
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| Baby I’m ballin' I’m John Lebron
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| Ain’t wit' that fuck shit you got it all wrong
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| I ain’t wit' that lame shit baby, let you ride I’ll drive you crazy
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| I got thousands on me daily, brush it off 'cause I’m too wavy
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| I’m too on it, I could get you off it
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| Baby I’m that nigga, not the one to be fucked wit'
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| For niggas on that narc shit, Draco hold a hunnid
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| I can’t trust these bitches, strictly only bruh shit
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| Aye, slow down, slow down, baby don’t you rush it
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| Like fuck it, I just bought a chop and I can’t wait to bust it
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| And I don’t wanna make no assumptions
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| I can’t give my all and just end up wit' nothin'
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| These niggas I ain’t trusting, these hoes I ain’t lovin'
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| That chop get to bustin' that K shit from Russia
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| Roll somethin' up and get high as Jamaican’s
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| Get anxious leave holes in his face like he Jason
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| Choppa wit' that big thang, foreign when I switch lanes
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| Twelve hunnid for the shoes, bitch check the kick game
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| Fuck a 9, .40 cal, I’m only totin' big thangs
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| Was finna hit your main but I didn’t 'cause that bitch stank
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| Fuckin' wit' a P, 'cause her last nigga big lame
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| At the crib, got your bitch naked givin' big brain
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| Throwin' up them C’s like a nigga in the crip gang
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| Been about that cash money, Birdman, Rich Gang
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| Big Tymin', Chang Chang
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| Mob Ties, Chain Gang
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| Body shot for what? |
| Bitch I’m lettin' nigga’s brains hang
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| Smokin' on that KK, fuckin' niggas main thangs
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| Block boy, hot boy, thuggin' and I can’t change
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| Keep it on the real baby I’ma do the same thang
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| Gotta keep this steel in case a nigga tryna lane change
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| Beat the pussy up like I’m pops wit' it, bang bang
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| On the block a hunnid niggas deep yellin' gang gang, Bitch!
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| It’s the motherfuckin' family
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| Choppa get to singin' like it’s tryna win a grammy
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| Two hunnid on the dash, broke niggas can’t catch me
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| Fuck, then I cut that’s why your bitch can’t stand me
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| Young niggas tryna have more whips than a tow yard
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| Balmain’s but I still sag to show the Goyard
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| Let that Glock to a nigga head like I’m O Dog
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| And SOB the gang, you broke niggas I don’t know ya’ll
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| I ain’t wit' that lame shit baby, let you ride I’ll drive you crazy
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| I got thousands on me daily, brush it off 'cause I’m too wavy
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| I’m too on it, I could get you off it
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| Baby I’m that nigga, not that one to be fucked wit'
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| For niggas on that narc shit, draco hold a hunnid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep It on the Real , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album SOB X RBE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп